Marigolds
Reading edition
The marigolds are nodding: I wonder what they know. Go, listen very gently; You may persuade them so. Go, be their little brother, As humble as the grass, And lean upon the hill-wind, And watch the shadows pass. Put off the pride of knowledge, Put by the fear of pain; You may be counted worthy To live with them again. Be Darwin in your patience, Be Chaucer in your love; They may relent and tell you What they are thinking of.
Bliss Carman