The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
like a red, red rose
that’s newly sprung in June;
that blasts the roots of trees
is like the melodie
that’s sweetly play’d in tune.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
till a’ the seas gang dry:
till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
is like the hand that whirls the water in the pool.
Seth Crook, 2014
A Red, Red Rose, by Robert Burns
The Force that through the Green Fuse, by Dylan Thomas