Author John Banister Tabb I AM a gardener to weed And dig about the heart: To plant therein the pregnant seed, And watch, with many a smart, The stem and leaf and blossom rise. Alternate to supply The victims for the sacrifice, And, for the fruit, to die. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments