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Beneath the accustomed dome

Of this chance-planted, many-centuried tree

The snake-marked earthy multitudes are come 

To breathe their hour like me. 


The leaf comes curling down, 

Another and another, gleam on gleam; 

Above, celestial leafage glistens on,

Borne by time’s blue stream.


Edmund Blunden ( 1916) 

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