The vest is of that colour which is spied

  In leaf, when gray and yellow are at strife;

  When it is gathered from the branch, or dried

  Is the green blood, that was it's parent's life.

  Embroidered is the surcoat's outer side

  With stems of cypress which disdain the knife;

  Which shoot not, when by biting steel laid low.

  A habit well according with her woe.