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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

A Naked Maple

Frederick R. McCreary

From “Hillside Poems”

YOU have put off your leaves.

You are like a runner who stands naked at the mark,

Calm and certain of victory.

You are glorious in your ease,

Waiting for the first silver whistle of the snow;

And in your sureness

That the yellow medal of a May moon will be pinned to your breast,

Clothed again and triumphant.