<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, which graspest at the sto</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Yew, which graspest at the stones <br> That name the under-lying dead,<br> Thy fibres net the dreamless head,<br> Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.<br> The seasons bring the flower again,<br> And bring the firstling to the flock;<br> And in the dusk of thee, the clock<br> Beats out the little lives of men.<br> O not for thee the glow, the bloom,<br> Who changest not in any gale,<br> Nor branding summer suns avail<br> To touch thy thousand years of gloom:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And gazing on thee, sullen tree,<br> Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,<br> I seem to fail from out my blood<br> And grow incorporate into thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341667" data-title="In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, which graspest at the sto de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="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,..."></div> </div> </div>

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