To-day I find from my observations of the sun†that I am now camped in the centre of Australia. I have marked a tree and planted the British flag there. There is a high mount about two miles and a half to the north-north- east.Iwish it had been inthe centre; but on itto-morrow I will raise a cone of stones, and plant the flag there, and name it 'Central Mount Stuart'.

-Stuart,John McDouall
  Journalentry, 22 Apr. Onreaching the centre of Australia, at Small Gum Creek. Collected inW. Hardman (ed) Journals ofJohn McDou'all Stuart during theYears1858,1859,1860,1861and1862.

And soft as lips that laugh and hide The laughing leaves of the tree divide, And screen from seeing and leave in sight The god pursuing, the maiden hid.

-Swinburne, Algernon Charles
  Atlanta in Calydon, chorus 'When the hounds of spring'.

For the life in them he loved most living things, But a tree chiefly.

-Thomas, (Philip) Edward
  'Bob's Lane'.

But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that isgone: The pansyat my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza 4 (published1807).

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid metake love easy, asthe leavesgrow on thetree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid metake life easy, as thegrassgrows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Down by the Salley Gardens', complete poem. Collected in Crossways.

There's nothing but our own red blood Can make a right RoseTree.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The RoseTree', stanza 3. Collected in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921).

The Minister said it wald dee, the cypress-buss I plantit. But the buss grew til a tree, naething dauntit. It's growan, stark and heich, derk and straucht and sinister, kirkyairdielike and dreich. But whaur's the Minister?

-Young, Douglas
  Auntran Blads,'Last Lauch'.