Everyone must at one time in life read John Milton's Paradise Lost. Consider this masterful description from Book IV:
- So on he fares, and to the border comes
- Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
- Now nearer, Crowns with her enclosure green,
- As with a rural mound the champain head
- Of a steep wilderness, whose hairie sides
- With thicket overgrown, grottesque and wilde,
- Access deni'd; and over head up grew
- Insuperable highth of loftiest shade,
- Cedar, and Pine, and Firr, and branching Palm
- A Silvan Scene, and as the ranks ascend
- Shade above shade, a woodie Theatre
- Of stateliest view. Yet higher then thir tops
- The verdurous wall of paradise up sprung:
- Which to our general Sire gave prospect large
- Into his neather Empire neighbouring round.
- And higher then that Wall a circling row
- Of goodliest Trees loaden with fairest Fruit,
- Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue
- Appeerd, with gay enameld colours mixt:
- On which the Sun more glad impress'd his beams
- Then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow,
- When God hath showrd the earth; so lovely seemd