Question

Like a huge Python winding round and round The rugged trunk indented deep with scars Up to its very summit near the stars A creeper climbs in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf and flowers are hung In crimson clusters all the boughs among Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee; And oft at night the garden overflows With one sweet song that seems to have no close Sung darkling from our tree while men repose.​

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