As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, <br /> That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood <br /> Feeds its deep roots, and with the bulging flank <br /> Of its wide base controls the fronting bank, <br /> (By the slant current's pressure scoop'd away <br /> The fronting bank becomes a foam-piled bay) <br /> High in the Fork the uncouth Idol knits <br /> His channel'd Brows; low murmurs stir by fits <br /> And dark below the horrid Faquir sits; <br /> An Horror from its broad Head's branchy wreath <br /> Broods o'er the rude Idolatry beneath--<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-some-vast-tropic-tree-itself-a-wood-fragment/
