The Elements respect their Maker's seal! <br />Still Like the scathed pine tree's height, <br />Braving the tempests of the night <br />Have I 'scaped the flickering flame. <br />Like the scathed pine, which a monument stands <br />Of faded grandeur, which the brands <br />Of the tempest-shaken air <br />Have riven on the desolate heath; <br />Yet it stands majestic even in death, <br />And rears its wild form there.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-from-the-wandering-jew/
