(Here is the first part of Conrad Aiken's sonnet.)
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Green, green,
and green again . . .
(excerpt)
Green, green, and green again, and greener
still,
spring toward summer bends the immortal bow,
and northward breaks the wave of daffodil,
and northward breaks the wave of summer's snow:
green, green, and green again, and greener yet,
wide as this forest is, which counts its leaves,
wide as this kingdom, in a green sea set,
which round its shores perpetual blossom weaves -
green, green, and green again, and green once more,
the season finds its term -- then greenest, even,
when frost at twilight on the leaf lies hoar. . .