55826: What will they do?

<p dir="ltr"> What will they do when I am gone? It is plain<br> That they will do without me as the rain<br> Can do without the flowers and the grass<br> That profit by it and must perish without.<br> I have but seen them in the loud street pass;<br> And I was naught to them. I turned about<br> To see them disappearing carelessly.<br> But what if I in them as they in me<br> Nourished what has great value and no price?<br> Almost I thought that rain thirsts for a draught<br> Which only in the blossom's chalice lies,<br> Until that one turned back and lightly laughed.<br></p>