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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A MAPLE SEED, by LLOYD MIFFLIN Poet's Biography
First Line: Art thou some winged sprite, that, fluttering round
Last Line: Under thy boughs, when I, alas! Am dead.
Subject(s): Holidays; Trees
First Line: Art thou some winged sprite, that, fluttering round
Last Line: Under thy boughs, when I, alas! Am dead.
Subject(s): Holidays; Trees
ART thou some winged Sprite, that, fluttering round,
Exhausted on the grass at last doth lie,
Or wayward Fay? Ah, weakling, by and by
Thyself shalt grow a giant, strong and sound,
When, like Antaeus, thou dost touch the ground.
O happy Seed! it is not thine to die;
Thy wings bestow thine immortality,
And thou canst bridge the deep and dark profound.
I hear the ecstatic song the wild bird flings,
In future summers, from thy leafy head!
What hopes! what fears! what rapturous sufferings!
What burning words of love will there be said!
What sobs -- what tears! what passionate whisperings!
Under thy boughs, when I, alas! am dead.
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