525 <br /> <br />I think the Hemlock likes to stand <br />Upon a Marge of Snow— <br />It suits his own Austerity— <br />And satisfies an awe <br /> <br />That men, must slake in Wilderness— <br />And in the Desert—cloy— <br />An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald— <br />Lapland's—necessity— <br /> <br />The Hemlock's nature thrives—on cold— <br />The Gnash of Northern winds <br />Is sweetest nutriment—to him— <br />His best Norwegian Wines— <br /> <br />To satin Races—he is nought— <br />But Children on the Don, <br />Beneath his Tabernacles, play, <br />And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-the-hemlock-likes-to-stand/