“Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.”

“The bud is on the bough again,
The leaf is on the tree.”

“Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.”

“The half moon sailed high, sharp-winged shadows skimming across it, and the conical hills and the vine-shrouded trees washed silver-green under the moonlight had the look of a decaying city millennia after a great catastrophe.”

“Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.”

“Hope as rich and green as the trees of an oasis.”

“All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.”

“The golden sun rose from the silver wave,
And with his beams enamelled every green.”

“The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.”

“They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.”