You come to fetch me from my work to-night br When supper's on the table, and we'll see br If I can leave off burying the white br Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. br (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, br Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) br And go along with you ere you lose sight br Of what you came for and become like me, br Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. br How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed br On through the watching for that early birth br When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, br br The sturdy seedling with arched body comes br Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.