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With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or cut or burn, She will ever yet return. Look: the constant marigold Springs again from hidden roots. Baffled gardener, you behold New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots.
Pull or stab or cut or burn, They will ever yet return. Gardener, cursing at the weed, Ere you curse it further, say: Who but you planted the
In my fertile heart, one day? Ere you curse me further, say! New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots. Pull or stab or cut or burn,
Love must ever yet return.
Robert Graves
Robert von Ranke Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985) was a British poet, historical novelist, critic, and classicist. His father was Alfred
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