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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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