And the pine stood quivering As the awful word went by, Like a vibrant music-string Stretched from mountain-peak to sky; And the platan did expand Slow and gradual, branch and head; And the cedar's strong black shade Fluttered brokenly and grand: Grove and wood were swept aslant In emotion jubilant.
"The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Vol. I"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning