On a Grey Thread/Declaration
Declaration
I am a seed in the dust,A live root bedded in night,And I am filled with a lustFor something the worms call light.
From what seed-pod I was blownMatters little to me,Why and by whom I was sownOr what the reaping may be.
I only wait for my hourWhen I shall be done with night,When I shall thrill into flowerAnd drink till I die of light.