Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 70 12 Very Easy THESE tufted branches fair Observe, my loved one, well! And see the fruits they bear In green and prickly shell! They've hung roll'd up, till now, Unconsciously and still; A loosely-waving bough Doth rock them at its will. Yet, ripening from within. The kernel brown swells fast; It seeks the air to win, It seeks the sun at last. With joy it bursts its thrall, The shell must needs give way. 'Tis thus my numbers fall Before thy feet, each day. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
