Oker Sycamore Tree

A Tradition of Oker Hill in Darley Dale, DerbyshireWilliam Wordsworth (1770–1850) ’T IS said that to the brow of yon fair hillTwo brothers clomb, and, turning face from face,Nor one look more exchanging, grief to stillOr feed, each planted on that lofty placeA chosen tree; then, eager to fulfil        5Their courses, like two new-born rivers, theyIn opposite directions urged their wayDown from the far-seen mount. No blast might killOr blight that fond memorial;—the trees grew,And now entwine their arms; but ne’er again     Embraced those brothers upon earth’s wide plain;Nor aught of mutual joy or sorrow knew,Until their spirits mingled in the seaThat to itself takes all, Eternity.

A spectacular sycamore tree, made famous by William Wordsworth. Don’t forget to sign the guest book!

'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill
Two brother clomb; and turning face from face
Nor one look more exchanging, grief to still
Or feed, each planted on that lofty place
A chosen tree. Then eager to fulfil
Their courses, like two new-born rivers, they
In opposite directions urged their way
Down from the far-seen mount. No blast might kill
Or blight that fond memorial. The trees grew
And now entwine, their arms’ but ne’er again
Embraced those brothers upon earth’s wide plain,
Nor aught of mutual joy or sorrow knew
Until their spirits mingled in the sea
That to itself takes all – Eternity.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oker,_Derbyshire