On The Tenth Of October Poem by Philip Henry Savage

On The Tenth Of October



YOU'LL not believe the aspen leaf
(Whose season you would say was brief)

Hangs long and greener on the tree
Than sycamore, than hickory.

The elm-leaf crumbles brown; the oak
Is even sooner gray and broke.

The maple reddens, and the ash
Leaps up and falls at Autumn's lash;

The aspen leaf will longest stay,
Be sure; I saw them green to-day.

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