Here you will find the Poem Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree! of poet Isabella Valancy Crawford
'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!'
