The Vine Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Vine

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The wild grape mantling the trail and tree,
Festoons in graceful veils its drapery,
Its tendrils cling, as clings the memory stirred
By some evasive haunting tune, twice heard.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,tree
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