In Malabar or Decan, spreads her arms

Branching so broad and long, that in the ground

The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow

About the mother tree, a pillar’d shade

High overarched, and echoing walks between.

There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat,

Shelters in cool and tends his pasturing herds.”

——“Those leaves

They gathered, broad as Amazonian targe.”

Paradise Lost, Book ix. 1100 ff.