...Death-kingdom, sit Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings,...Human Passion rustling through it; — or stormtost, thestormwind howling through it like the voice of all the gods. It is Igdrasil, the Tree of Existence....

...Death-kingdom, sit Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings,...breath of Human Passion rustling through it ; — or storm tost, the stormwind howling through it like the voice of all the gods. It is Igdrasil, the Tree...

...Hila or Death — its trunk reaches up heaven-high — spreads its boughs over the whole universe — every leaf of it a biography — every fibre there an act or word," the writer of this volume has not unaptly selected a quaint title for a record of human experience...

...Death-kingdom, sit Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings,...Existence, onwards from of old. It grows there, the 1 breath of Human Passion rustling through it ; — or stormtost, the stormwind howling through it...

...sit three Normas, — Fates, — the Past, Present, Future, watering its roots from the sacred well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings, —...leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, —...

...sit three Normas, — Fates, — the Past, Present, Future, watering its roots from the sacred well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings, —...leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, —...

...three Normas — the Fates — the Past, Present, Future, watering its roots from the saered well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings —...times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act, a word? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human...

...stretch through all lands and times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act, a word ? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence — onward from of old. It grows there, the breath of human passion rustling through it, or storm-tost,...

...it is the tree of Existence. * * * Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word ? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, — onward from of old." This extract from Carlyle suggests the general subject of the Poem. The author...

...events, things suffered, things done, catasit a biography, every fibre there an act or word ? Its houghs are histories of nations ; the rustle of it is the noise of human e* 1st ' ence ; onwards from of old it grows there, the breath of human passion rustling through it,...