Pear-tree.
By woodman’s edge I faint and fail;
By craftsman’s edge I tell the tale.
Chestnut-tree.
High in the wood, high o’er the hall,
Aloft I rise when low I fall.
Oak-tree.
Unmoved I stand what wind may blow.
Swift, swift before the wind I go.
More verses by William Morris
- The Half Of Life Gone
- Of The Wooing Of Halbiorn The Strong
- The Day Of Days
- Mother And Son
- Song Vi: Cherish Life That Abideth