Chapter 41
section forty one the loving tree three women walked upon a road and the first said airily of all the trees in all the world which is the loving tree the second said my eyes have seen no tree that is not fair but the orange tree is the sweetest tree the loving blood is there and the third said in the green time i knew a loving tree that gave a drink of the blood-red milk it was the mulberry then the first one said of all the trees no sweetest can i name ask her who yonder slowly comes that woman lean and lame grief like a hideous suckling hung along her hollow breast pain was upon her as she walked and as she stooped to rest why will you question so she said is it to mock at me for how should i who walk in hell know of a loving tree my eyes are not as a woman's eyes they hope not east or west dull famine my bedmate is and loneliness my guest
tis not the most delicious flower that leaves the scent of spring nor is it yet the brightest bird that loathes his heart to sing a tree may dance in the white weather or dream in a blue gown a tree may sing as a sweetheart to bid the stars come down Some trees are slim and lovable, and some are sleek and strong. But the tree that has the cripple's heart will know the cripple's song. The sweetest death is the red death that comes up nakedly. And the tree that has the foiled heart, it is the loving tree.
While ever lips shall seek for lip, while ever light shall fall, The tree that has the ruined heart is tenderest of all. O ye may have your men to kiss, and children warm to hold, But the heart that had the hottest love was never yet consoled. The women three walked on their way.
Their shamed eyes could see how well the tree with the foiled heart Is still the loving tree.
