| Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918. |
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| 31. Marigolds |
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| WITH a fork drive Nature out, | |
| She will ever yet return; | |
| Hedge the flowerbed all about, | |
| Pull or stab or cut or burn, | |
| She will ever yet return. | 5 |
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| Look: the constant marigold | |
| Springs again from hidden roots. | |
| Baffled gardener, you behold | |
| New beginnings and new shoots | |
| Spring again from hidden roots. | 10 |
| Pull or stab or cut or burn, | |
| They will ever yet return. | |
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| Gardener, cursing at the weed, | |
| Ere you curse it further, say: | |
| Who but you planted the seed | 15 |
| In my fertile heart, one day? | |
| Ere you curse me further, say! | |
| New beginnings and new shoots | |
| Spring again from hidden roots. | |
| Pull or stab or cut or burn, | 20 |
| Love must ever yet return. | |
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