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Robert Laurence Binyon - Pine Trees
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Down through the heart of the dim woods
 The laden, jolting waggons come.
 Tall pines, chained together,
 They carry; stems straight and bare,
 Now no more in their own solitudes
 With proud heads to rock and hum;
 Now at the will of men to fare
 Away from their brethren, their forest friends
 In the still woods; through wild weather
 Alone to endure to the world`s ends:
 Soon to feel the power of the North
 Careering over dark waves` foam;
 Soon to exchange the steady earth
 For heaving decks; the scents of their home,
 Honeyed wild--thyme, gorse and heather,
 For the sting of the spray, the bitter air.
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