Madrigal for the Old Forest

- Primula


Reduced in glory you yet remember,
With wounded malice to their descent,
They carved the Road, grew the hedging Fence.

Long ago your strength was green and tender,
Now betrayed by fire and axe and fence,
Reduced in glory you yet remember,
With wounded malice to their descent.

Your hatred remains, fanning vengeful embers,
Not  always so, how your heart was bent!
Once you were whole, now forever rent,
Reduced in glory you yet remember,
With wounded malice to their descent,
They carved the Road, grew the hedging Fence.