Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.

-William Shakespeare,
King Henry VIII

Loft

He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.

-Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage