Glitter



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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