Now he clearly heard the sound from the leaves of the silver poplar.

Mrs. Ballinger looked like a proud silver poplar that had been seared by lightning.

Girls, when you come back with your strawberries we'll have tea out here under the silver poplar.

A haunting perfume from the new-mown clover fields drifted over it all and the glistening silver poplar leaves danced in the breezes.

The budding beech foliage, the silver poplar with its shining leaves, the maple with its blossoms, stirred me, filled me with Spring rapture.