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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Chestnut
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Who enters here, beneath this guardian shade,
 Feels over him a tender sky of leaves
 Dearer than heaven: at once his eye receives
 Strange quiet: fathomless as water swayed
 Above far--sunken ships, this luminous height
 Of dimness interposed
 Against the hot sun--beams
 Opens, a world uncertain of cool dreams
 And blurs of shadow and spots of sleepy light
 With ever greener quiet charmed and closed.

 Yet in the soft--hung leaves a splendour lies,
 As though not from the far--off noon it came
 But in themselves a green indwelling flame
 Were prisoned. Here unanswered mysteries
 Content me, and of peace I want not more,
 But feed on thoughts that end
 In a sweet pause of mind,
 As if from my own being back resigned
 To the universal essence of Earth`s core,
 Where over me the saps of life ascend.
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