The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it; the beech shrieks; the elm sends forth a long, deep groan; the ash pours out moans of thrilling anguish.
Thomas Starr King (1866). “The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry”, p.91
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