Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth br And feel her strength through all your veins; br Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth, br Which laughs away imagined pains; br Touch her life's womb, yet know br This substance makes your grave also. br br Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet br Than flowers which daily blow and die; br Nor are your mein and dress so neat, br Nor half so pure your lucid eye; br And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear br You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.