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THE VINE.
Prune ye the vine, and carefully
Despoil it of its leafy show;
More rich and full the streams of life
Will to the enlarging clusters flow;
And as the days to autumn darken,
Into ripeness these will darken too.
Despoil it of its leafy show;
More rich and full the streams of life
Will to the enlarging clusters flow;
And as the days to autumn darken,
Into ripeness these will darken too.
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But curse not the luxuriance,
The leafiness of early spring:
In power of leaf is power of life,
And when to swell the grapes begin.
Each leaf will from the rains and air,
Material for sweetness win.
The leafiness of early spring:
In power of leaf is power of life,
And when to swell the grapes begin.
Each leaf will from the rains and air,
Material for sweetness win.
Early within the leafy shades,
The uncolour'd, modest flowers appear;
From far, unscented and unseen,
Of delicate, sweet fragrance near,
And deck'd for the wise examining eye,
In organic orderliness fair.
The uncolour'd, modest flowers appear;
From far, unscented and unseen,
Of delicate, sweet fragrance near,
And deck'd for the wise examining eye,
In organic orderliness fair.
A vine-blossom is an early love,
An early thought or purpose good:
Mid leafy screens of common hours
It grows unmark'd in solitude,
Fragrant and fair, though unobserved,
And of rich fruits the cluster-bud.
An early thought or purpose good:
Mid leafy screens of common hours
It grows unmark'd in solitude,
Fragrant and fair, though unobserved,
And of rich fruits the cluster-bud.
And in the years and months of Life,
That branching vine, with ragged bark,
The ripe expansion of the fruit,
In utterances and deeds we mark,
As large, and sweet, and numerous,
As grapes of rounded beauty dark.
That branching vine, with ragged bark,
The ripe expansion of the fruit,
In utterances and deeds we mark,
As large, and sweet, and numerous,
As grapes of rounded beauty dark.
The wise, the young heart's leafiness
Will prune with care, not angrily;
Note indications half-reveal'd
Of what and where the fruit will be;
See miniature grapes in cluster-buds,
From the fragrance learn their quality.
Will prune with care, not angrily;
Note indications half-reveal'd
Of what and where the fruit will be;
See miniature grapes in cluster-buds,
From the fragrance learn their quality.
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