The Maple Tree

The Maple with its tassell flowers of green

That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed

Just spreading out its scalloped leaves is seen,

Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green.

Bark ribb'd like corduroy in seamy screed

That farther up the stem is smoother seen,

Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers

Up each spread stoven to the branches towers

And mossy round the stoven spread dark green

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 be

And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.