Oak. I Am The Roof-Tree And The Keel; I Bridge The Seas For Woe And Weal. Fir. High O'Er The Lordly Oak I Stand, And Drive Him On From Land To Land. Ash. I Heft My Brother'S Iron Bane; I Shaft The Spear, And Build The Wain. Yew. Dark Down The Windy Dale I Grow, The Father Of The Fateful Bow. Poplar. The War-Shaft And The Milking-Bowl I Make, And Keep The Hay-Wain Whole. Olive. The King I Bless; The Lamps I Trim; In My Warm Wave Do Fishes Swim. Apple-Tree. I Bowed My Head To Adam'S Will; The Cups Of Toiling Men I Fill. Vine. I Draw The Blood From Out The Earth; I Store The Sun For Winter Mirth. Orange-Tree. Amidst The Greenness Of My Night, My Odorous Lamps Hang Round And Bright. Fig-Tree. I Who Am Little Among Trees In Honey-Making Mate The Bees. Mulberry-Tree. Love'S Lack Hath Dyed My Berries Red: For Love'S Attire My Leaves Are Shed. Pear-Tree. High O'Er The Mead-Flowers' Hidden Feet I Bear Aloft My Burden Sweet. Bay. Look On My Leafy Boughs, The Crown Of Living Song And Dead Renown!