Sunset Wings feat. Marc Zeuk Roberts - The Trees of the Garden
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Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye
Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know
And still stand silent — is it all a show
A wisp that laughs upon the wall?—decree
Of some inexorable supremacy
Which ever, as man strains his blind surmise
From depth to ominous depth, looks past his eyes
Sphinx-faced with unabashèd augury?

Nay, rather question the Earth's self. Invoke
The storm-felled forest-trees moss-grown to-day
Whose roots are hillocks where the children play
Or ask the silver sapling 'neath what yoke
Those stars, that through his spray-crown watch the oak
When even his gnarled boughs shrink, shall hold their way