Saga of the oak, and other poems

BY WILLIAM H. VENABLE
NEW YORK
1904

Copyright, 1884, 1893, by W. H. Venable Copyright, 1904, by Dodd, Mead and Company Published April, 1904 BURR PRINTING HOUSE NEW YORK



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.