“ Erst in their acorn-cells asleep, Soon destin'd o'er the world to sweep, Opening new spheres of thought! Wont in the night of woods to dwell, The holy druid saw thee rise; And, planting there the guardian-spell, Sung forth, the dreadful pomp to swell Of human sacrifice! Thy singed top and branches bare Now straggle in the evening sky; And the wan moon wheels round to glare On the long corse that shivers there Of him who came to die! This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
