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. All For The Cause
2. The Doomed Ship
3. The Burgher's Battle
4. The Son's Sorrow
5. From the Upland to the Sea

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