And then the sound of marching armies 'woke <br />Amid the branches of the soldier oak, <br />And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb <br />The lashing storms that muttered, overcome, <br />Choked by the heralding of battle smoke, <br />When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-giant-oak/
