Impromptu, To Madame de Sevigne, — in Elysium
From other leaves their glowing hues are fled,
The bough disowns them, for the leaves are dead:
But thine alone the Winter have defy'd,
And they are green , as in the Summer's pride.
The bough disowns them, for the leaves are dead:
But thine alone the Winter have defy'd,
And they are green , as in the Summer's pride.
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