You can’t raise up the sun when once it’s set;
You can’t put new roots in us, when we’re old,
Dried up, and withered.
Snowman.—
Yet within kind earth
Dry seed goes sown
And springs again to birth.
Joan.—
I’ve ’ad enough of earth. I’ve sowed, I’ve reaped,
I’ve gathered, and I’ve strawed. But me and ’im