'BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree! <br />What doth thy bold voice promise me?' <br /> <br />'I promise thee all joyous things <br />That furnish forth the lives of kings; <br /> <br />'For every silver ringing blow <br />Cities and palaces shall grow.' <br /> <br />'Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree! <br />Tell wider prophecies to me.' <br /> <br />'When rust hath gnawed me deep and red. <br />A nation strong shall lift his head. <br /> <br />'His crown the very heavens shall smite, <br />Aeons shall build him in his might.' <br /> <br />'Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree! <br />Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy!'<br /><br />Isabella Valancy Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bite-deep-and-wide-o-axe-the-tree/
