| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | A Naked Maple | | By Frederick R. McCreary |
| | From Hillside Poems YOU have put off your leaves. | |
| You are like a runner who stands naked at the mark, | |
| Calm and certain of victory. | |
| You are glorious in your ease, | |
| Waiting for the first silver whistle of the snow; | 5 |
| And in your sureness | |
| That the yellow medal of a May moon will be pinned to your breast, | |
| Clothed again and triumphant. | | | | |
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