High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky, And all was silent in the wilderness; In trance of stillness Nature heard her God Rebuilding her spent fires, and veiled her face While the Great Worker brooded o'er His work. "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!" Max smote the snow-weighed tree, and lightly laughed. "See, friend," he cried to one that looked and smiled, My axe and I -- we do immortal tasks-- We build up nations -- this my axe and I!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHERE YOUR FEET GO by JOSEPH AUSLANDER IN REMEMBRANCE by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 45 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: TO CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |