Holly

Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs Would soon be broken.

— Holly

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.

— Holly

Those hollies of themselves a shape As of an arbor took.

— Holly

And as, when all the summer trees are seenWhat then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

— Holly

O Reader! hast thou ever stood to seeAs might confound the Atheist's sophistries.

— Holly