Katherine Mansfield — Now I am a plant a weed

Now I am a Plant, a Weed, Bending and swinging On a Ricky ledge And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame I am a reed An old she'll singing Forever the same A drift of sedge A white, white stone A bone Until I pass Into sand again And spin and blow To and fro, to and fro On the edge of the sea In the fading light--- For the light fades But if you were to come you would not say: "She is not waiting for me here; she has forgotten." Have we not in play disguised ourselves as weed and stones and grass While the strange ships did pass Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam