O FRAGILE grass, Hold fast your tiny clod of earth;
The hungry roots of ancient trees
          Trespass
Their alloted sphere of birth
And leave but little space.
          Immensities,
Crowding for a place
Within the giant earth,
Forget the agonies
The seed must bear.
          Immortal grass,
I also know
The unrelenting rain
          And snow,
And weight of pain;
But this I swear
You will endure
While immensities shall pass
To the earth, again.
Of this I am sure
You will not die,
For we are eternal—you and I.