The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower Poem by A. Marvellous

Drives my green age;
that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks

Drives my red blood;
that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand;
that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head; 

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall calm her sores.

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.