The Green Tree In The Fall
Reading edition
Did you forget to bud in Spring, O Green Tree in the Fall, That now you wear these fresh young leaves As for a coronal? All of your mates within the wood Are in the crimson leaf, They had their swift, enamored spring, Their summertime too brief. But you—what chance befell that you Were cheated of the Spring, That now you cling so fast to leaves Wherein no bird will sing? My heart is with you, little tree, For I was cheated too, And now I grasp at what I missed And cling as fast as you.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse
The Call of the Sea
There’s the bird’s song and the wind’s song, and the song of the leafless tree, But, oh, the call of the sea’s song, the imperious song of the sea. There’s the song of running water, and the song of singing rain; But, oh, the song of the masterful sea, that calls down the coast of Maine.
E. O. G.