so they went into death 's great greenhouse , where flowers and trees grew strangely into one another . there stood fine hyacinths under glass bells , and there stood strong - stemmed peonies ; there grew water plants , some so fresh , others half sick , the water - snakes lay down on them , and black crabs pinched their stalks . there stood beautiful palm - trees , oaks , and plantains . there stood parsley and flowering thyme : every tree and every flower had its name . each of them was a human life , the human frame still lived -- one in china , and another in greenland -- round about in the world . there were large trees in small pots , so that they stood so stunted in growth , and ready to burst the pots . in other places , there was a little dull flower in rich mould , with moss round about it , and it was so petted and nursed . but the distressed mother bent down over all the smallest plants , and heard within them how the human heart beat . amongst millions she knew her child 's .
in death 's great greenhouse .
where were all the plants growing ?
where were all the plants growing ?