Excerpt from The Shadow Garden (a Phantasy) And Other Plays But with this lowly flower right near me green! I never knew before that flowers were green. How emerald-green it is - How strange Heigh-ho! I am just born: tell me what flower thou art. The grass: I am no flower. Better than any flower, Or any tree am I; and, more than all, I am the green thought of the Earth, that cools The Sun's hot gaze: I am what flesh becomes. Johnny-jump-up Grass! -oh! - That 's next to being nobody. Thy voice is as the Wind in restless boughs. I 'll find a lordlier thing to talk to.-eh! Who 's this lank giant with a crown of rays, Head-heavy with his load of sleeping bees? A Sunflower - Well, I am too far away For any talk with him. I '11 go to sleep. Sunflower: My drowsy bees, that huddle in my hair, Are Shaken by a voice and stir in Sleep Their frowsy heads plunged deep in pollened bloom. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.