`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked, <br />Now darkly green, now, as the breeze did stir, <br />Spectral and white, as though the air were flecked <br />With elfin branches laced with gossamer; <br /> <br />And then so faint, the eye could scarce detect <br />Which the gray hillside, which the foliage fair; <br />Until once more it dense and sombre grew, <br />To shift again just as the zephyr blew.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smiling-slopes-with-olive-groves-bedecked/
