The Ivy-Wife

 I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
I stretched an arm within his reach,
And signalled unity.

But with his drip he forced a breach,
And tried to poison me.


I gave the grasp of partnership
To one of other race--
A plane: he barked him strip by strip
From upper bough to base;
And me therewith; for gone my grip,
My arms could not enlace.


In new affection next I strove
To coll an ash I saw,
And he in trust received my love;
Till with my soft green claw
I cramped and bound him as I wove.
.
.

Such was my love: ha-ha!

By this I gained his strength and height
Without his rivalry.

But in my triumph I lost sight
Of afterhaps.
 Soon he,
Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,
And in his fall felled me!

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