The Maple with its tassell flowers of green <br />That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed <br />Just spreading out its scallopped leaves is seen, <br />Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green. <br />Bark ribb'd like corderoy in seamy screed <br />That farther up the stem is smoother seen, <br />Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers <br />Up each spread stoven to the branches towers <br />And mossy round the stoven spread dark green <br />And blotched leaved orchis and the blue-bell flowers - <br />Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen. <br />I love to see them gemm'd with morning hours. <br />I love the lone green places where they be <br />And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maple-tree/
