Thomas Bailey Aldrich



Maple Leaves

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:
Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.


Flower And Thorn: Later Poems
Copyright 1876
James R. Osgood And Company, Boston
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