“I Shall Marry the Oak”
You are the daring one my loyal oak.
You have more heart than most, my charming knight.
The winds of autumn now blast ev’ry bloke
who’d fight against the winter’s wicked blight.
Old coldness comes to freeze out all our hearts;
to strip the leaves and tear them one by one.
Your stalwart limbs seem made of rarer part.
Your leaves do bear the blood of God’s own son.
My bravest one; you stand with head unbowed
and I will marry you and place a crown
upon that shocked and bleeding, leafy brow.
My arms outstretch and to your courage bound.
My love for you outlast cold, winter’s song