How like a queen, the forest crowns The trees with beauty’s richest weave; Yet in her emerald gown, she frowns, And few, among us can believe, That she, whose soul so many wear, Has filled her heart with happy dreams.
- George Gordon Lord Byron
How like a queen, the forest crowns The trees with beauty’s richest weave; Yet in her emerald gown, she frowns, And few, among us can believe, That she, whose soul so many wear, Has filled her heart with happy dreams.