115. Poem "I think the Hemlock likes to stand"

I think the Hemlock likes to stand

Opon 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 instinct for the Hoar, the Bald -

Lapland's - nescessity -

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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