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O tree of yew, which here I spy, / By Forida's famed monastery; / Beneath thee lies, by cold death bound, / The tongue for sweetness once renown'd.
Thou noble tree who shelterest kind, / The grave from winter's snow and wind, / May lightning never lay thee low, / Nor archer cut from thee his bow; / Nor Crispin peel thee, pegs to frame, / But may thou ever bloom the same; / A noble tree the grave to guard / Of Cambria's most illustrious bard!