CHAPTER XXI. 



TEW-TBEE. 



Taxus laccata. 



I have heard the wind 



Howl round a British stone-hut : that same wind 

 Did nimbly come and go, till forest haunts 

 Gave way to Roman dwellings, and its voice 

 Sounded at midnight, rousing men from sleep, 

 When Danish vessels neared our hapless shores ; 

 And now, or gale or zephyr, that same wind 

 Sweeps through my old boughs, or doth stir the corn 

 With gentle murmurs rustling on the ear, 

 Boding of peace, with pleasant sounds at eve. 



STARTING not unfrequently from out interstices in rocks, 

 amid ruins and places where history or tradition tells of 



