George Sterling

Beneath the Redwoods

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O Trees! so vast, so calm!
Softly ye lay
On heart and mind today
The unpurchaseable balm.

Ere yet the wind can cease,
Your mighty sigh
Is spirit of the sky—
Half sorrow and half peace.

Mourn ye your brothers slain,
That now afar
From hush and dews and star
Man barters for his gain?

Mourn them with all your boughs,
For I must mourn,
In seasons yet unborn,
The cares that they will house.

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