Alfred Tennyson

“ And shepherds from the mountain-eaves
Look’d down, half-pleased, half-frighten’d,
As dash’d about the drunken leaves
The random sunshine lighten’d?
O, Nature first was fresh to men,
And wanton without measure ”

“ The linden broke her ranks and rent
The woodbine wreaths that bind her,
And down the middle, buzz! she went
With all her bees behind her;
The poplars, in long order due,
With cypress promenaded,
The shock-head willows two and two
By rivers gallopaded. ”