Space in the middle for a cool retreat;
So mixed the leaves and boughs are, through them none
Can see; they are impervious to the sun.
In the 6th Canto the Hippogriff carries Roger into a country:
Nor could he, had he searched the whole world through,
Than this a more delightful country see....
Soft meads, clear streams, and banks affording shade,
Hillocks and plains, by culture fertile made.
Fair thickets of the cedar, palm and no
Less pleasant myrtle, of the laurel sweet,