I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow - It suits his own Austerity - And satisfies an awe That men, must slake in Wilderness - And in the Desert - cloy - An hunger for the Hoar, the Bald - Lapland's - necessity -
The Hemlock's nature thrives - on cold - The Gnash of Northern winds Is sweetest nutriment - to him - His best Norwegian Wines -
To satin Races - he is nought - But Children on the Don, Beneath his Tabernacles, play, And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.
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