Tree; At Storm's Approach
Exuding a quiet strength
Stilled in a peace of
Monk-like endurance
This, in the tree, most admired
Debunked in advance.
By whom, from out what blows up
Storm-faced, spreading fear
Frowns on the sunlit:
"This, so much hangs o'er men's hearts
I'll bend, then break it"!
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