Through rain the forest, roof and floor,
Is green as it was ne’er before.
And, dense along the forest-track,
The boles of trees were ne’er so black.
Each driving cataract of rain
The picture dyes a deeper stain.
Yet, though the black be blacker seen,
More vivid glows the vital green.
(Philip Henry Savage)
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