The Bindweed
The bindweed roots pierce down Deeper than men do lie, Laid in their dark-shut graves Their slumbering kinsmen by. Yet what frail thin-spun flowers She casts into the air, To breathe the sunshine, and To leave her fragrance there. But when the sweet moon comes, Showering her silver down, Half-wreathd in faint sleep, They droop where they have blown. So all the grass is set, Beneath her trembling ray, With buds that have been flowers, Brimmed with reflected day.
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"The bindweed roots pierce down..."
This evocative piece by Walter De La Mare, titled "The Bindweed", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...