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Into the woods my Master went

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 grey leaves were kind to him,
the thorn tree had a mind to him,
when into the woods he came.

Out of the woods my Master came
and he was well content;
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.

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lindahoyland
Apr. 19th, 2019 01:18 am (UTC)
I like this poem.
marycatelli
Apr. 19th, 2019 03:25 am (UTC)
Glad you like it!
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