O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew--
Hack and rack the growing green . . .
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc unselve
The sweet especial scene . . .
Hopkins was mourning the loss of trees, but here in Florida we know it's not only trees that have suffered (and continue to suffer) human delving and hewing. So here are a few images of the beauty lost to build yet another "development":