The Maple, standing long in green, Decided now to change her gown. She chose one of a golden sheen And touched it up with red and brown. She spread afar her golden arms O'er Autumn's changing scene, While sturdy oaks took quick alarm And wore a sombre mien. But soon her gown to tatters flew, Torn by the fitful lust Of ardent winds that scampered through And shook her with each gust. At last she stood in naked shame, Her finery blown away, While sturdy oaks grew quick aflame Before her stark array. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW; A MIDSUMMER LEGEND by MARY HOWITT FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE THE LETTER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TIME'S PENDULUM by GRACE O. BOLSTAD |