Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun
Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look
On a departing lover--most serene.
ROBERT BROWNING: _Pauline,_ Line 726.
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them.
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Forest Hymn._
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,
Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,
Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.
HENRY VAUGHAN: _The Timber._
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet composed at ---- Castle._