Green Things Growing "Oh, the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing! 66 66 How they talk each to each, when none of us are know ing; " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, Lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, And watch intently Nature's gentle doings; They will be found softer than ringdoves' cooings.” "Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being." "They know the time to go! The fairy clocks strike their inaudible hour And hastes to bed." "If so the sweetness of the wheat Into my soul might pass, And the clear courage of the grass." 56 Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies; III GREEN THINGS GROWING Green Things Growing OH, the green things growing, the green thing growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing. Oh, the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing! How they talk cach to each, when none of us are knowing; In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. I love, I love them so,-my green things grow ing! And I think that they love me, without false showing; Green For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so Things Growing much, With the soft mute comfort of green things growing. DINAH MARIA MULOCK. The Sigh of Silence I stood tiptoe upon a little hill; The air was cooling and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. And fresh from the clear brook; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept JOHN KEATS. |