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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of the Oak</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Druids waved their golden knives <br> And danced around the Oak <br> When they had sacrificed a man; <br> But though the learned search and scan <br> No single modern person can <br> Entirely see the joke. <br> But though they cut the throats of men <br> They cut not down the tree, <br> And from the blood the saplings spring <br> Of oak-woods yet to be. <br> But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, <br> He rots the tree as ivy would, <br> He clings and crawls as ivy would <br> About the sacred tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> King Charles he fled from Worcester fight <br> And hid him in the Oak; <br> In convent schools no man of tact <br> Would trace and praise his every act, <br> Or argue that he was in fact <br> A strict and sainted bloke. <br> But not by him the sacred woods <br> Have lost their fancies free, <br> And though he was extremely big <br> He did not break the tree. <br> But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, <br> He breaks the tree as ivy would, <br> And eats the woods as ivy would <br> Between us and the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Great Collingwood walked down the glade <br> And flung the acorns free, <br> That oaks might still be in the grove <br> As oaken as the beams above, <br> When the great Lover sailors love <br> Was kissed by Death at sea. <br> But though for him the oak-trees fell <br> To build the oaken ships, <br> The woodman worshipped what he smote <br> And honoured even the chips. <br> But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, <br> He hates the tree as ivy would, <br> As the dragon of the ivy would <br> That has us in his grips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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 And danced around the Oak 
 When they had sacrificed a man; 
 But though the learned search and scan 
 No single modern person can 
 Entirely see the joke. 
 But though they cut the throats of men 
 They cut ..."></div>
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