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The silver fangs of the mighty axe	A
Bit to the blood of our giant boles	B
It smote our breasts and smote our backs	A
Thunder'd the front cleared leaves	C
As sped in fire	D
The whirl and flame of scarlet leaves	C
With strong desire	D
Leaped to the air our captive souls	B
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While down our corpses thunder'd	E
The air at our strong souls gazed and wondered	E
And cried to us Ye	F
Are full of all mystery to me	F
I saw but thy plumes of leaves	C
Thy strong brown greaves	C
The sinewy roots and lusty branches	G
And fond and anxious	H
I laid my ear and my restless breast	I
By each pride high crest	I
And softly stole	J
And listen'd by limb and listen'd by bole	J
Nor ever the stir of a soul	J
Heard I in ye	F
Great is the mystery	F
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The strong brown eagle plung'd from his peak	K
From the hollow iron of his beak	K
The wood pigeon fell its breast of blue	L
Cold with sharp death all thro' and thro'	F
To our ghosts he cried	M
With talons of steel	N
I hold the storm	O
Where the high peaks reel	N
My young lie warm	O
In the wind rock'd spaces of air I bide	M
My wings too wide	M
Too angry strong for the emerald gyves	H
Of woodland cell where the meek dove thrives	H
And when at the bar	F
Of morn I smote with my breast its star	F
And under	F
My wings grew purple the jealous thunder	F
With the flame of the skies	H
Hot in my breast and red in my eyes	H
From peak to peak of sunrise pil'd	P
That set space glowing	Q
With flames from air based crater's blowing	Q
I downward swept beguiled	P
By the close set forest gilded and spread	R
A sea for the lordly tread	R
Of a God's wardship	S
I broke its leafy turf with my breast	I
My iron lip	S
I dipp'd in the cool of each whispering crest	I
From thy leafy steeps	H
I saw in my deeps	H
Red coral the flame necked oriole	J
But never the stir of a soul	J
Heard I in ye	F
Great is the mystery	F
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From its ferny coasts	H
The river gazed at our strong free ghosts	H
And with rocky fingers shed	R
Apart the silver curls of its head	R
Laid its murmuring hands	H
On the reedy bands	H
And at gaze	H
Stood in the half moon's of brown still bays	H
Like gloss'd eyes of stags	H
Its round pools gaz'd from the rusty flags	H
At our ghostly crests	H
At the bark shields strong on our phantom breasts	H
And its tide	M
Took lip and tongue and cried	M
I have push'd apart	T
The mountain's heart	T
I have trod the valley down	U
With strong hands curled	V
Have caught and hurled	V
To the earth the high hill's crown	U
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My brow I thrust	W
Through sultry dust	W
That the lean wolf howl'd upon	X
I drove my tides	H
Between the sides	H
Of the bellowing canon	Y
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From chrystal shoulders	H
I hurled my boulders	H
On the bridge's iron span	Z
When I rear'd my head	R
From its old time bed	R
Shook the pale cities of man	Z
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I have run a course	H
With the swift wild horse	H
I have thunder'd pace for pace	H
With the rushing herds	H
I have caught the beards	H
Of the swift stars in the race	H
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Neither moon nor sun	Y
Could me out run	Y
Deep cag'd in my silver bars	H
I hurried with me	F
To the shouting sea	F
Their light and the light of the stars	H
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The reeling earth	A2
In furious mirth	A2
With sledges of ice I smote	R
I whirled my sword	R
Where the pale berg roar'd	R
I took the ship by the throat	R
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With stagnant breath	B2
I called chill Death	B2
My guest to the hot bayou	L
I built men's graves	H
With strong thew'd waves	H
That thing that my strength might do	L
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I did right well	C2
Men cried From Hell	C2
The might of Thy hand is given	Y
By loose rocks stoned	R
The stout quays groaned	R
Sleek sands by my spear were riven	Y
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O'er shining slides	H
On my gloss'd tides	H
The brown cribs close woven roll'd	R
The stout logs sprung	D2
Their height among	D2
My loud whirls of white and gold	R
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The great raft prest	R
My calm broad breast	R
A dream thro' my shady trance	H
The light canoe	L
A spirit flew	L
The pulse of my blue expanse	H
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Wing'd swift the ships	H
My foaming lips	H
Made rich with dewy kisses	H
All night and morn	E2
Field's red with corn	E2
And where the mill wheel hisses	H
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And shivers and sobs	H
With lab'ring throbs	H
With its whirls my strong palms play'd	R
I parted my flags	H
For thirsty stags	H
On the necks of arches laid	R
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To the dry vined town	U
My tide roll'd down	U
Dry lips and throats a quiver	F
Rent sky and sod	R
With shouts From God	R
The strength of the mighty river	F
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I list'ning heard	R
The soft song'd bird	R
The beetle about thy boles	H
The calling breeze	H
In thy crests O Trees	H
Never the voices of souls	H
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We freed souls of the Trees look'd down	U
On the river's shining eyes of brown	U
And upward smiled	R
At the tender air and its warrior child	R
The iron eagle strong and wild	R
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No will of ours	H
The captive souls of our barky tow'rs	H
His the deed	R
Who laid in the secret earth the seed	R
And with strong hand	R
Knitted each woody fetter and band	R
Never ye	F
Ask of the tree	F
The Wherefore or Why the tall trees stand	R
Built in their places on the land	R
Their souls unknit	R
With any wisdom or any wit	R
The subtle Why	F2
Ask ye not of earth or sky	F2
But one command it	R

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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