Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 32
ll all the leaves that leaned far outGlowed like the apples mellow. The maple watched the colors grow,Then cried, Oh, stop! oh, listen! Before my leaves fall, paint me nowUntil in red I glisten. Jack Frost stands still. So small the tree, Hid safe among the birches,He stops uncertain ; then he… … No sooner said than done it is; The swift brush plies he singingThen swings away, upon his back His brushes lightly slinging. Adown the road the painter goes; In silent joy she watches,Till the far-off hills betray his path In red and purple blotches. How splendid shines the maple-tree With green…
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