Into the woods my Master went, <br />Clean forspent, forspent. <br />Into the woods my Master came, <br />Forspent with love and shame. <br />But the olives they were not blind to Him, <br />The little gray leaves were kind to Him: <br />The thorn-tree had a mind to Him <br />When into the woods He came. <br /> <br />Out of the woods my Master went, <br />And He was well content. <br />Out of the woods my Master came, <br />Content with death and shame. <br />When Death and Shame would woo Him last, <br />From under the trees they drew Him last: <br />'Twas on a tree they slew Him -- last <br />When out of the woods He came.<br /><br />Sidney Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ballad-of-the-trees-and-the-master/
