'BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree! br What doth thy bold voice promise me?' br br 'I promise thee all joyous things br That furnish forth the lives of kings; br br 'For every silver ringing blow br Cities and palaces shall grow.' br br 'Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree! br Tell wider prophecies to me.' br br 'When rust hath gnawed me deep and red. br A nation strong shall lift his head. br br 'His crown the very heavens shall smite, br Aeons shall build him in his might.