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On each side of us the trees rose like virid cliffs.

The snake, entwining 'mid the virid boughs, Hard stone becomes, but keeps his serpent's form.

Lo! the wither'd branch, The boiling caldron stirring, sudden shoots In virid freshness! shortly leaves bud forth; And soon it bends beneath a load of fruit!

Round the brink, Fed by the moisture, virid grass arose; And trees impervious to the solar beam, Screen'd the cool surface.