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I think the Hemlock likes to stand

I think the Hemlock likes to stand

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 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.



Poem I think the Hemlock likes to stand - Emily Dickinson