tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green
thing that stands in the way.
see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see nature at all.
But to the eyes of the person of imagination, nature is imagination
-William Blake, 1799, The Letters
does he who plants a tree?
He plants cool shade and tender
seeds and buds of days to be,
And years that fade and blush
plants the glory of the year,
He plants the forests’ heritage-
The harvest of a coming age;
joy that unborn eyes will see-
These things he plants
who plants a tree. "
fools their gold and knaves their power,
fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;
sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree, is more than all.