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Old guardian of pastures and beasts,
I would lie down on winter's flattened grasses
Content at the fence corner to wait for your shade,
And for those who would join me,
Lured by the shielded hollows and paths,
My brothers and sisters awakening with me
To be drawn up, sweetened by your roots,
To stand together two centuries old,
Our 10,000 faces turned to the sky.
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