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Robert Laurence Binyon - The JunipersRobert Laurence Binyon - The Junipers
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Gray the slow sky darkens Over the downland track Where the long valley closes Under a smooth hill`s back. The slope is darkly sprinkled With ancient junipers, Each a small, secret tree: There not a breath stirs. I fear those waiting shapes Of wry, blue--berried wood. They make a twilight in my mind, As if they drained my blood, As if a spirit were prisoned Within each writhen stem, And no one knows their kindred Nor what frustrated them. Along the empty valley Like a ghost go I; My footsteps and my beating heart Nothing signify, Lost into nameless ages That come, slow cloud on cloud, From history`s beginning And all the future shroud.
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