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With a fork drive Nature out, / She will ever yet return; / Hedge the flowerbed all about, / Pull or stab or cut or burn, / She will ever yet return.
Look: the constant marigold / Springs again from hidden roots. / Baffled gardener, you behold / New beginnings and new shoots / Spring again from hidden roots. / Pull or stab or cut or burn, / They will ever yet return.
Gardener, cursing at the weed, / Ere you curse it further, say: / Who but you planted the seed / In my fertile heart, one day? / Ere you curse me further, say! / New beginnings and new shoots / String again from hidden roots / Pull or stab or cut or burn, / Love must ever yet return.