Here you will find the Poem A young Fir-Wood of poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THESE little firs to-day are things To clasp into a giant's cap, Or fans to suit his lady's lap. From many winters many springs Shall cherish them in strength and sap Till they be marked upon the map, A wood for the wind's wanderings. All seed is in the sower's hands: And what at first was trained to spread Its shelter for some single head,? Yea, even such fellowship of wands,? May hide the sunset, and the shade Of its great multitude be laid Upon the earth and elder sands.
