A LIVE-OAK LEAF


How marvellous this bit of green

I hold, and soon shall throw away!

Its subtile veins, its vivid sheen,

Seem fragment of a god's array.

In all the hidden toil of earth,

Which is the more laborious part—

To rear the oak's enormous girth,

Or shape its leaves with poignant art?


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