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Crown'd is each grove with vestal snow,
Whilst varied colors gleam below;
The holly's deeply burnish'd green,
With coral berries faintly seen,
The oak's rich leaves of saffron hue,
The tow'ring fir's dark misty blue,
Closer their mingling branches twine,
And through their brilliant burthen shine.
Whilst varied colors gleam below;
The holly's deeply burnish'd green,
With coral berries faintly seen,
The oak's rich leaves of saffron hue,
The tow'ring fir's dark misty blue,
Closer their mingling branches twine,
And through their brilliant burthen shine.
See on the pine the snow arise,
A tap'ring cone, it seeks the skies!
Or wreathes the rugged elm around!
Or bends the light broom to the ground!
Or, in ethereal lustre gay,
Clothes the pale aspen's flexile spray!
A tap'ring cone, it seeks the skies!
Or wreathes the rugged elm around!
Or bends the light broom to the ground!
Or, in ethereal lustre gay,
Clothes the pale aspen's flexile spray!
And, still to fancy's eye more dear,
What strange fantastic forms appear!
What strange fantastic forms appear!
