The Tree

 I stood still and was a tree in midst of wood,
 To know the truth of things not seen before;
 Of Daph. and of the green tree's bow
 And those gods'-hosts, that love-pair old
 That grew elm-oak in midst of wold.
 'Twas not ere when the gods had been
 With grace bid come, and been brought right in
 Straight to the hearth of their heart's home
 That they might do this awe-made thing:
 Yet I have been a tree in midst of wood,
 And swarms of new things known as good
 That had no sense in my head's sight before.

                                -- E. Pound
                                   (done by Rob Z.)