The Maple puts her corals on in May,
While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,
To be in tune with what the robins sing.
Sonnet, The Maple (1875).
The Maple puts her corals on in May,
While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,
To be in tune with what the robins sing.
Sonnet, The Maple (1875).