The Twin Live-Oaks at Beverley

NEAR SAVANNAH .

A LOFT in grandeur these primeval trees
Heave high the huge mass of their rounded head;
Their vast boughs, like gigantic arms outspread,
Stretch o'er the herds that roam the sunburnt leas
Cool shade. These are the true autochthones ,
Who stand enrobed in changeless drapery,
And slow, with weird and solemn majesty,
Wave their long gray-beards in the evening breeze.
A mournful beauty,—brother of decay!
Their life-blood this fair parasite enjoys,
And, like the vampyre, pleases yet destroys.
'Tis thus the gathering frosts of winters hoary
Sap the full current of our strength away;
Yet, round the old man's head, are like a crown of glory.
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