The Maple with its tassell flowers of
That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd
Just spreading out its scalloped leaves is seen,
Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green.
Bark ribb'd like corduroy in seamy
That farther up the stem is smoother seen,
Where the white hemlock with white umbel
Up each spread stoven to the branches
And mossy round the stoven spread dark
And blotched leaved orchids and the blue-bell flowers -Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen.
I love to see them gemm'd with morning hours.
I love the lone green places where they
And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.
