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Walter de la Mare

The seeds I sowed For weeks unseen-- Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail youd think The tiniest stone Would never let A glimpse be shown. But no; a pebble Near them lies, At least a cherry-stone In size, Which that mere sprout Has heaved away, To bask in sunshine, See the day.

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