Children know the things I know not,
Though they know not that they know;
I should know not, should love grow not,
That I know not it is so.
Flowers feebly rooted blow not,
Shallow waters overflow not,
Love is doomed unless it grow.
Fools who think to reap and sow not
Growing love will overthrow;
Churls who say 'We go' and go not
Love's rebuke must undergo;
All who love's insignia show not,
Who on love themselves bestow not,
Love, full grown, shall lay them low.