O Sun! bright face aye undefiled; <br />O flowers i' the valley blooming wild; <br />Caverns, dim haunt of Solitude; <br />Perfume whereby one's step's beguiled <br />Deep, deep into the sombre wood; <br /> <br />O Sacred mounts that heavenward climb, <br />White as a temple-front, sublime; <br />Old oaks that centuries' might inherit <br />(Somewhat whereof I feel, what time <br />'Neath you I stand, endues my spirit); <br /> <br />O virgin forest, crystal spring, <br />Lake where no storm for long can fling <br />Darkness, clear heaven-reflecting face,— <br />Pure soul of Nature unslumbering, <br />What think you of this bandit base?<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apostrophe-to-nature/
