This is the way the sun comes up: Gold on brook and glossy leaves, Mist that melts above the sheaves, Vine, and rose, and buttercup This is the way the sun comes up.
The ferny vegetation round him, though so abundant, was quite uniform—it was a grove of machine-made foliage, a world of green triangles with saw-edges, and not a single flower.
It was quite green, like the leaves of the elder, and was trimmed with large white Elder-flowers; so that at first one could not tell whether it was a stuff, or a natural green and real flowers.