Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Maple
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry,
Of bugles going by.
Bliss Carman—Vagabond 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 English—Under 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 O’Brien—In Late Spring.