Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree! - Poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford

'BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
What doth thy bold voice promise me?'

'I promise thee all joyous things
That furnish forth the lives of kings;

'For every silver ringing blow
Cities and palaces shall grow.'

'Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Tell wider prophecies to me.'

'When rust hath gnawed me deep and red.
A nation strong shall lift his head.

'His crown the very heavens shall smite,
Aeons shall build him in his might.'

'Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!
Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy!'


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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