Saga of the oak, and other poems
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By William Henry Venable 30 Mar, 2021
HOARSELY to the midnight moon Voiced the oak his rugged rune: “Harken, sibyl Moon, to me; Hear the saga of the Tree. “Thou, O queen of splendor, must Pale and crumble back to dust; Through slow eons diest thou,— Doomsday craves my vitals now. â ... Read more
HOARSELY to the midnight moon Voiced the oak his rugged rune: “Harken, sibyl Moon, to me; Hear the saga of the Tree. “Thou, O queen of splendor, must Pale and crumble back to dust; Through slow eons diest thou,— Doomsday craves my vitals now. “I am scion of a line Old, imperial, divine; Earth produced my ancestor Ere great Odin was, or Thor. “From the hursts of holy oak Fateful gods of Asgard spoke; In the consecrated shade Bard and Druid sang and prayed. Less
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William Henry Venable (April 29, 1836 – 1920) was an American author and educator. He was born in Warren County, Ohio. He began to teach at seventeen years of age, and during his vacations attend...
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