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In Memoriam A.H.H.
Old
Yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the under-lying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy
roots are wrapt about the bones.The
seasons bring the flower again,
And bring the firstling to the flock;
And in the dusk of thee, the clock
Beats
out the little lives of men. O
not for thee the glow, the bloom,
Who changest not in any gale,
Nor branding summer suns avail
To
touch thy thousand years of gloom:
And
gazing on thee, sullen tree,
Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,
I seem to fail from out my blood
And
grow incorporate into thee.
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