And the loosened buds are free
To come out and pile the shelving rocks with flowers;
When the maple wreathes her head
With a posy-garland red,
And the grass-blade sticks a feather in his cap;
When the tassels trim the birch,
And the oak-tree in the lurch
Hurries up to get some fringes for his wrap;
When the willow's yellow sheen
And the meadow's emerald green