The Tree Called Ygdrasil (verse)
Jennings, Leslie
The Tree Called Ygdrasil There is a wind in Heaven tonight which stirs The myriad silver leaves of Ygdrasil, Crossing the quadrants of astronomers, Moving on waters that are strangely...
...What season has the earth to draw us through This network of tremendous roots that coil Upward from darkness and from mystery...
...Once the Hesperides were known...
...The Tree has ripened under suns not ours In Summerlands unfurrowed by the plow, And the globed fruit falls down in crystal showers From many an ancient, overladen bough...
...Leslie N, Jennings...
...a few Gathered the yield of that mirific soil, Saw how the golden orchard came to be...
...The Tree Called Ygdrasil There is a wind in Heaven tonight which stirs The myriad silver leaves of Ygdrasil, Crossing the quadrants of astronomers, Moving on waters that are strangely still...
Vol. 12 • September 1930 • No. 20
