Poem by William Morris

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.

1. Atalanta's Race
2. On The Edge Of The Wilderness
3. Pray But One Prayer For Us
4. Another For The Briar-Rose
5. Pain And Time Strive Not

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