Yew-Trees by William Wordsworth
"Yew-Trees" is a poem written by William Wordsworth. This poem is about a simple tree in the village of Lorton. The poem speaks about how wonderful the tree is and how it is seen as an important symbol for the towns-people. Today, the tree still stands; however, the tree was hit by a storm and has storm damage at its trunk. However, Wordsworth mentions "Huge trunks", because at the time of writing, the tree had a girth of 27-feet. The tree is at least 1,000 years old. The poem also mentions "United worship" and "altars undisturbed". Wordsworth uses these phrases not only as a metaphor for the tree but also as a symbold. Several well-known preachers have preached under the tree to soldiers and other large gatherings throughout the years.
"Yew-Trees" is written as a single stanza with 33 lines. The poem does not have a rhyme scheme. It is written in iambic-pentameter.
Yew-Trees There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore: Not loathe to furnish weapons for the Bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers. Of vast circumference and gloom profound This solitary Tree! -a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! -and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveteratley convolved, - Nor uninformed with Fantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; -a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially -beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries -ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide: Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight, Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
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