Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
The horse that he rides [is] entirely of that colour,
A green horse huge and strong,
A proud steed to restrain,
Spirited under bridle,
But obedient to the man.
(173 - 178)
It would be hard to describe even half the fine work
That was embroidered upon his [clothing and saddle-gear], the butterflies and birds,
With lovely beadwork of green, always centered upon gold.
(165 - 167)
But then the weather on earth battles with winter,
The cold shrinks downwards, clouds rise higher,
And shed sparkling rain in warming showers,
Falling on smiling plains where flowers unfold.
Both open fields and woodlands put on green dress;
Birds hasten to build, and rapturously sing
For joy of gentle summer that follows next
on the slopes.
(505 - 511)