The sturdy Oak took time to think—“I hate such glaring hues; The Gillyflower, so dark and rich, I for my model choose.”
So every tree in all the grove, except the Hemlock sad, According to its wish ere long in brilliant dress was clad.
And here they stayed through all the soft and bright October days; They wished to be like flowers—indeed, they look like huge bouquets! Edith M. Thomas.
POMONA’S BEST GIFT
Here stands a good old apple tree Stand fast at root, Bear well, at top; Every little twig Bear an apple big; Every little bough Bear an apple now; Hats full, caps full; Threescore sacks full! Hullo, boys, hullo! —Old English Song.