Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд)

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"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!"

1. Said the West Wind
2. Songs for the Soldiers
3. “In Exchange for His Soul!”
4. His Sweetheart
5. The Mother's Soul

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