. To mother . !fc XXI THE red-tongued flame leaps roundour hearth-log fast,The bark splits, and the trees white heart lies bare;A stalwart Caesar of the peakssprawls there,While all the legions of his years march lawless wind that sweeps acrossthe world,Hath scourged his branches with its mighty flail—Decades of storm assaulted with theirgale—The taloned eagle round his crest hathwhirled. , « ^o: ^S^C^£.

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