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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tapestry Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the Roof-tree and the Keel;<br>I bridge the seas for woe and weal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High o’er the lordly oak I stand,<br>And drive him on from land to land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heft my brother’s iron bane;<br>I shaft the spear, and build the wain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark down the windy dale I grow,<br>The father of the fateful Bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poplar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The war-shaft and the milking-bowl<br>I make, and keep the hay-wain whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Olive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King I bless; the lamps I trim;<br>In my warm wave do fishes swim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apple-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bowed my head to Adam’s will;<br>The cups of toiling men I fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I draw the blood from out the earth;<br>I store the sun for winter mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Orange-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amidst the greenness of my night,<br>My odorous lamps hang round and bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fig-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who am little among trees<br>In honey-making mate the bees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mulberry —tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love’s lack hath dyed my berries red:<br>For Love’s attire my leaves are shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pear-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High o’er the mead-flowers’ hidden feet<br>I bear aloft my burden sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on my leafy boughs, the Crown<br>Of living song and dead renown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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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.

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