Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, read more
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multiple
OF golden chalices to humming birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
