Thy rifted trunk

A path old tree 
goes by thee crooking on
& through this little gate that claps and bangs
Against thy rifted trunk what steps hath gone
Though but a lonely way yet mystery hangs
Oer crowds of pastoral scenes recordless here
The boy might climb the nest in thy young boughs
Thats slept half an eternity in fear

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