Tapestry Trees.
By William Morris
Oak.
I am the Roof-tree and the Keel;
I bridge the seas for woe and weal.
Fir.
High o'er the lordly oak I stand,
And drive him on from land to land.
Ash.
I heft my brother's iron bane;
I shaft the spear, and build the wain.
Yew.
Dark down the windy dale I grow,
The father of the fateful Bow.
Poplar.
The war-shaft and the milking-bowl
I make, and keep the hay-wain whole.
Olive.
The King I bless; the lamps I trim;
In my warm wave do fishes swim.
Apple-tree.
I bowed my head to Adam's will;
The cups of toiling men I fill.
Vine.
I draw the blood from out the earth;
I store the sun for winter mirth.
Orange-tree.
Amidst the greenness of my night,
My odorous lamps hang round and bright.
Fig-tree.
I who am little among trees
In honey-making mate the bees.
Mulberry-tree.
Love's lack hath dyed my berries red:
For Love's attire my leaves are shed.
Pear-tree.
High o'er the mead-flowers' hidden feet
I bear aloft my burden sweet.
Bay.
Look on my leafy boughs, the Crown
Of living song and dead renown!