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The Woods Entry

 So old is the wood, so old, 
Old as Fear.
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow, Deepening, crossed.
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough, Far within, lost.

by Laurence Binyon
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