Even you, Sweet Basil: even you,
Lemon Verbena: must exert yourselves now and somewhat
Against untimely frost; I have hovered you and covered you
and kept going smudges,
Until I am close to worn-out. Now, you
Go about it. I have other things to do.
Writing poetry, for instance. And I, too,
Live in this garden.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay