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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2
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Old Yew, which graspest at the stones        That name the under-lying dead,        Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. The seasons bring the flower again,        And bring the firstling to the flock;        And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men. O not for thee the glow, the bloom,       Who changest not in any gale,       Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom: And gazing on thee, sullen tree,       Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,       I seem to fail from out my blood And grow incorporate into thee.
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