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Here,
on the dark and solemn Yew,
A marvel may be seen,
Where waxen berries, pink and new,
Appear amid the green.
I sit a-dreaming in the tree,
So old and yet so new;
One hundred years, or two, or three
Are little to the Yew.
I think of bygone centuries,
And seem to see anew
The archers face their enemies
With bended bows of Yew.
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Yew
(Taxus)
Native to Asia, North Africa and Europe,
the yew has had legendary associations for centuries. The wood of
the yew was once used for making longbows. Frost-hardy trees, they
tolerate a wide variety of conditions including heavy shade and poor
soil. They do not enjoy warm winters or hot, dry summers.
Propagate from seed or cutting or by grafting. |