Carnival in the North

ARM in arm, their branches twined,
Tall maples drink the mountain wind;
Reach out with eagerness to seize
Flagons of cool October breeze.
Bravely decked in yellow and red,
Maples stand at the bright throng’s head,
And summon the firs to give their aid
To make this forest masquerade, —
Summon even the solemn firs
To join the ranks of roisterers!
Spruceland woodsmen, Pierre and Jean,
Now with your gayest songs lead on !
Join in the revel the trees make here,
For woods will be sad for half a year;
Riot a little, — summer is spent,
And all the winter the woods keep Lent!
Francis Sterne Palmer.