Here, on the dark and solemn Yew,
A marvel may be seen,
Where waxen berries, pink and new,
Appear amid the green.
The Yew Fairy
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.
"The Yew Fairy"
Illustration and poem by
Cecily Mary Barker
(1895-1973)
English illustrator & poetess
Official portrait painter of
the Croydon flower fairies
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