Apricots and gillyflowers.
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
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I am the grass.
Let me work.
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And flowers are honey-dew,
And Hesper's lamp begins to glow
Along the western blue;
And homeward wing the turtle-doves,
Then comes the hour the poet loves.
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The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
