In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A covering of white.
It dreams forever of a Palm
That, far i’ the Morning-land,
Stands silent in a most sad calm
Midst of the burning sand.
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