Original (English)

II. MUMMY WHEAT.   LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,   In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;   So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled,   Set free the grain—and lo! the sevenfold ears!   Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wind's soft word,   Under blue canopy they hold their state:   For this, ah, was it not worth while to wait   Through all the centuries of hope deferred?   What could they know who laid the seed with Death   Of th