Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam
Of hope, they lie and dully dream;
Men once, but men no more, that Love
Their waste defeated hearts should move.

Here sleeps the world that would not love! 
Let it sleep on, but if He move
Their hearts in humble wise to wait
On his new-wakened fair estate.

O won at last is never late! 
Thy silence was the voice of fate;
Thy still hands conquered in the strife;
Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.

THE WOODPECKER

I once a King and chief
Now am the tree-bark’s thief,
Ever ’twixt trunk and leaf
Chasing the prey.

THE LION

The Beasts that be
In wood and waste,
Now sit and see,
Nor ride nor haste.

THE FOREST

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.

POMONA

I am the ancient Apple-Queen,
As once I was so am I now. 
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough.

Ah, where’s the river’s hidden Gold! 
And where the windy grave of Troy? 
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of Summer’s joy.

FLORA

I am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.

And while Earth’s little ones are fain
And play about the Mother’s hem,
I scatter every gift I gain
From sun and wind to gladden them.

THE ORCHARD

Midst bitten mead and acre shorn,
The world without is waste and worn,

But here within our orchard-close,
The guerdon of its labour shows.

O valiant Earth, O happy year
That mocks the threat of winter near,

And hangs aloft from tree to tree
The banners of the Spring to be.

TAPESTRY TREES

OAK

I am the Roof-tree and the Keel;
I bridge the seas for woe and weal.

FIR

High o’er the lordly oak I stand,
And drive him on from land to land.

ASH

I heft my brother’s iron bane;
I shaft the spear, and build the wain.