“Under the Greenwood Tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see no enemy But winter and rough weather.” SongLiesIronyShakespeareLyricsUnder The Greenwood Tree Book:How to Stop Time Source: How to Stop Time
“And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.” Under The Greenwood Tree Author:Thomas Hardy