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Robert Laurence Binyon - The OakRobert Laurence Binyon - The Oak
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Splendours of sunset burned upon the ground, As from the lane`s deep shade Emerging, a warm grassy plat we found Skirting the forest glade, And in the midst a solitary oak. No sound the bright and haunting stillness broke As we beheld the wonder of this tree, His shadowy core invaded thick by rays That kindled the rough trunk, and ardently Made burn the massy branches, thrusting higher And wider their strong foliage, knotted sprays Of tawny and bronze leaves defined in fire. Silence possessed us pausing, and our eyes Stayed wondering to behold In that illumined solitude arise Those fiery branches old. It seemed a mighty apparition brought From far to trouble us; planted beyond thought And budding calm into a time not ours. Then, then smote full upon our inmost heart Its mortal weakness: without bound and vast Our longing, but our scope brief as the flowers, That in a season perish and are past.
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