"--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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