John Kenyon ( )

Rufuss Tree

OER the New Forests heath-hills bare,
  Down steep ravine, by shaggy wood,
A pilgrim wandered; questing where
  The relic-tree of Rufus stood.

Whence in our Englands day of old,
  Rushing on retributions wing,
The arrowso tradition told
  Glanced to the heart of tyrant-king.

Some monument he found, which spoke
  What erst had happened on the spot;
But for that old avenging oak,
  Decayed long since, he found it not.

Yet aye, where tyrants grind a land,
  Let trees like this be found to grow;
And never may a Tyrrels hand
  Be lacking there to twang the bow!

John Kenyon's other poems:
  1. Recalling
  2. Blushing
  3. Richmond
  4. Flowers from Waterloo
  5. Second Love

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