OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier power <br />Than that which in Dodona did enshrine <br />(So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine <br />Heard from the depths of its aerial bower-- <br />How canst thou flourish at this blighting hour? <br />What hope, what joy can sunshine bring to thee, <br />Or the soft breezes from the Atlantic sea, <br />The dews of morn, or April's tender shower? <br />Stroke merciful and welcome would that be <br />Which should extend thy branches on the ground, <br />If never more within their shady round <br />Those lofty-minded Lawgivers shall meet, <br />Peasant and lord, in their appointed seat, <br />Guardians of Biscay's ancient liberty.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-oak-of-guernica-supposed-address-to-the-same/
