Lines left upon a yew tree....

"--Nay, Traveller! rest.  This lonely yew-tree stands

far from all human dwelling: what if here

no sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb;

what if these barren boughs the bee not loves;

yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves,

that break against the short, shall lull thy mind

by one soft impulse saved from vacancy."

 

-William Wordsworth(Lines left upon a seat in a yew tree...)

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