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.

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