All alone,Let it rock in summer, let it shake in winter,Whether its trunk be frosted or its boughs green,Always, through... Read More
All alone,
Let it rock in summer, let it shake in winter,
Whether its trunk be frosted or its boughs green,
Always, through days of tenderness or hate,
It imposes its huge and sovereign life
To the plains (from the poem by Emile Verhaeren).
