And these deep groves forever have remained
Touched by no axe, by no proud owner nursed;
As now they stand they stood when Pharaoh reigned,
Lineal descendants of creation’s first.
. . . . . . . . .
No tales we know are chronicled of thee
In ancient scrolls; no deeds of doubtful claim
Have hung a history on every tree,
And given each rock its fable and a fame.
But neither here hath any conqueror trod,