“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
(R. Frost in Nothing gold can stay)
“If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships ….”
(R. Stevenson in A children’s garden of verses)
"All the old monks' singing places Glimmered quick with flitting faces, Singing anthems, singing hymns Under carven cherubims." (J. Masefield in The everlasting mercy) Buizingen (B)