Soil-Song Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Soil-Song

I give what ne'er was mine-
To every seed the power
Of stem and leaf and flower,
Of fruit or fragrance fine;


And take what others loathe-
Of death the foulest forms,
Wherewith to feed my worms,
And thus the world reclothe.

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