Replanting for Thy Sake

"What wouldst thou have, sweet lady, say to me?" "I crave a single posy, soft and fair." "A posy? Nay ask rather what thy heart doth plea; If posies please thee, I will plant a square: Not one small bloom, but hedgerows, bowers, and leas, To garland all thy days with gentle ease." "Thou speak'st in grandeur wilt thou truly toil?" "Marry, I will; my hands shall till and sow. Where once were barren stones, I'll raise rich soil; Thy laughter shall be rain, thy step the plough. When twilight comes, whose face shall light the moil? 'Tis thine; sit close, and let the evening bow." "Then give me but a spray, and I am stayed." "Thy wish is law: take this, my humble part." "Thy garden vast doth make my spirit glad." "Keep it, and keep also this small beating heart. If storms should rend the boughs that I have made, Fear not I'll replant, for thou art all my art."