poem

THE TREES OF MASTER

Into the woods my master went lean forspent. Into the woods my master came forspent with love and shame.But the olives they were not blind to him. When into the woods he came.

Out of the woods my Master went and he was well content. Out of the woods my master came content with deathand shame. When death and shame would woo him last From under the trees they slew him last when out of the woods he came.