Thursday, 30 January 2014

The Painswick Yews

" Lets talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosum of the earth,
Lets choose executors and talk of wills."

(William Shakespear. Richard III)

"Within its gates I heard the sound.
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling trees that moaned and sought
To whisper what their roots had found."

(George Sterling. A dream of fear)

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