So Thou hast said, that men must worketh the ground; keepeth it

that earth shall bringeth forth

thorns, thistles, other points

such to teareth away our skin

as we teareth earth to bits

but to shew us only that

all things hath now spiked joints

or that the rose, in her day’s beauty

beareth upon her yet Thy curse of death

and that hearts and minds and men

art now full of thorns by e’ery breath