Of all the many leaves that change Their color in the fall, The scarlet of the maple Is fairest of them all. The gold of beech and chestnut Looks commonplace and dull When placed beside the maple, -- though Alone they're beautiful. E'en the beauty of the oak's leaves, By the maples' seem to pale, Like a weed before the beauty Of a "lily of the vale." O, splendid, gaudy maple leaves! When fields are bare and brown, The hazy days of Autumn with A scarlet wreath you crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: ROBERT OF SICILY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |