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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, / Or in the desert cloy, -- / An instinct 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.