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XXI. TWO OLD YEWS.
Here 'neath the shade of cloisters vast
Two immemorial yew-trees stand,
Like pilgrims from an ancient land:
Long long ago in the dim past
They saw the mystic Druid rites
Appease strange gods thro' bodeful nights.
Two immemorial yew-trees stand,
Like pilgrims from an ancient land:
Long long ago in the dim past
They saw the mystic Druid rites
Appease strange gods thro' bodeful nights.
Their boughs dead centuries enfold—
Deathless they seem, tho' scarred and old.
Deathless they seem, tho' scarred and old.
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