To be my royal bodyguard, go you
Straightway into the leafy places, where
Greenwoods have grown in nature's way and not
From a man's sowing.

Sander M. Goldberg, Epic in Republican Rome (1995), p. 86 | You who stand as guards about the royal person, go at once into the leafy groves where trees have grown by nature, not design. | A. J. Boyle, An introduction to Roman Tragedy (2006), p. 43 | You to whom protection of the royal body Falls, go at once to the leafy places Where trees have grown by nature, not by sowing. | F. Τ. Palgrave, Golden Treasury, 2nd series (1897), preface | Underwoods wherein the copse-wood is sown by natural process, not planted. —a definition, more than two thousand years old, of the strange spell which lifts verse into poetry which it would be difficult to improve.