|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry,|
Of bugles going by.
Bliss CarmanVagabond Song.
|That was a day of delight and wonder.|
While lying the shade of the maple trees under
He felt the soft breeze at its frolicksome play;
He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay.
Thos. Dunn EnglishUnder the Trees.
|I mark me how today the maples wear|
A look of inward burgeoning, and I feel
Colours I see not in the naked air,
Lance-keen, and with the little blue of steel.
Edward OBrienIn Late Spring.