A Celestial Thought (Yosemite)

Happy those early days! when I Shined in my angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought, When yet I had not walked above A mile or two, from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of his bright face; -Henry Vaughan, The Retreat, 1650

Starry Spears (Redwood)

When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? -William Blake, Songs of Experience, The Tyger, 1794

Evening Star (St.-Véran, French Alps)

And from this constant light, so regular And so far seen, the House itself, by all Who dwelt within the limits of the vale, Both old and young, was named The Evening Star. -William Wordsworth, A Pastoral Poem, 1800