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The Evergreen
If here the imaginative Greek had lived,And seen thy lively green, through the dead grass
And leafless shrubs threading its devious way;
He might have fancied thee, fair Color's self,
And called thee Evergreen! And fabled thus.
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And robbed the forest of its emerald hue;
Thou didst escape; and, hiding in the swamp,
Was there transformed into this beauteous vine;
Which still preserves, unchanged, the summer's green,
When it has vanished from the hill and plain.
Poem No. 294; c. 27 February 1858
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