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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVIII
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A FOREST IN BOSNIA
 Spirit of Trajan! What a world is here,
 What remnant of old Europe in this wood,
 Of life primaeval rude as in the year
 When thy first legions by the Danube stood.
 These are the very Dacians they subdued,
 Swineherds and shepherds clad in skins of deer
 And fox and marten still, a bestial brood,
 Than their own swine begotten swinelier.
 The fair oak--forest, their first heritage,
 Pastures them still, and still the hollow oak
 Receives them in its bosom. Still o`erhead
 Upon the stag--head tops, grown hoar with age,
 Calm buzzards sit and ancient ravens croak,
 And all with solemn life is tenanted.
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