And spreads its branches dark with clustering mould.
One side is torn by time's destructive hand;535
The rest, with roots decayed and falling, hangs
Supported on a neighbor's trunk. Here stand
The bitter laurel, rustling linden trees,
The myrtle, and the alder destined soon
To sweep its oarage on the boundless sea.
Midway, a mighty pine its smooth trunk lifts540
Against the rays of Phoebus and the winds,
And with its heavy shade it overwhelms