“Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came.” MindKindLittlesChristTreeMastersShameBlindCleanWoodsGrayOlives Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier
“Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods He came.” LastsViolenceTreeMastersShameWoods Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier
“As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest From the root to the top of the tree, Then flies to another tree, So have I bored into life to find what lay therein, And now it is time to die, And I will fly to another tree.” DeathDiesTreeRootsLaysBoredQuestsSpiralsWoodpeckers Author:Sidney Lanier
