Here you will find the Poem The Rebellious Vine of poet Harold Monro
One day, the vine That clomb on god?s own house Cried, ?I will not grow And, `I will not grow,? And, I will not grow,? And, `I will not grow,? So God leaned out his head, And said: `You need not Then the vine fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds: `Oh have I not permission from the Lord? And may I not begin to cease to grow?? But that wise God had pondered on the vine Before he made it. And all the while it laboured not to grow, It grew; it grew; And all the time God knew.
