GREEN LEAVES
Of unhedged stem and unclipped leaf,
Over the earth in triumph running,
Glowing green victory. Man sees
The gradual surge, and builds him poor
Oases of brick and stone and plaster—
But in the end the green is master.
And when man's hand has lost its cunning,
In some unguessed untimed disaster,
He shall lie and see the slow serene
Onward march of the army of green—
See soil and sky, and nothing between
But the endless sweep of the joyous green.
Over the earth in triumph running,
Glowing green victory. Man sees
The gradual surge, and builds him poor
Oases of brick and stone and plaster—
But in the end the green is master.
And when man's hand has lost its cunning,
In some unguessed untimed disaster,
He shall lie and see the slow serene
Onward march of the army of green—
See soil and sky, and nothing between
But the endless sweep of the joyous green.
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