John Milton on Trees
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βA pillar'd shade High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between.β
βTo archΓ¨d walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine.β
βAnd all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold.β
βKindles the gummy bark of fir or pine, And sends a comfortable heat from far, Which might supply the sun.β
βCedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.β
βSo counsel'd he, and both together went Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned, But such as at this day to Indians known In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.β