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