FLOWERS AND A POEM

I'll plant and water, sow and weed,

Till not an inch of earth shows brown,

And take a vow of each small seed

To grow to greenness and renown:

And then some day you'll pass my way,

See gold and crimson, bell and star,

And catch my garden's soul, and say:

"How sweet these cottage gardens are."

~Edith Nesbit, the poem 'Seed-Time and Harvest from the Pomander of Verse, 1895~