|The great fir tree in the woods
|I did. I went on to where its growing was. It reaches up and up -- most away to the clouds. Days have been when I did sit by it to have thinks. And
Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus
has gone goes there with me, and
has waited waits while I did say prayers by that great tree. And I have told it all the things I am going to do when I grow up. I have told it about the books I am going to write about wood-folks and them of the field, and about the twins I want when I grow up, and the eight other children. And always I have read to this great fir tree the letters I have wrote and put in the big log for the
to take to grandmére and
I have heard the little wind-song among its arms
to the sky, and I have almost touched the big gray shadow with velvet fingers that stays close by it at night-time.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.