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.