The harebells nod as she passes by,
The violet lifts its tender eye.
The ferns bend her steps to greet.
And the mosses creep to her dancing feet; [ Julia C. R. Dorr, Over The Wall ]

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road.
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height.
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light. [ Lucy Larcom ]

A loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses. [ Whittier ]