The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,|
But the berried ivy catches and cleaves
To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare
The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.
-Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909),
When the Hounds of Spring
Are on Winter's Traces
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