Lament Of The Maple Tree. A Vision Poem Rhyme Scheme

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We had a dream which was not all a dream Byron	A
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I laid me down one day in June	B
It was late long afternoon	B
A very sultry summer's eve	C
Such times the senses oft deceive	C
The place was 'neath a maple tree	D
Soon from all cares and troubles free	D
By a gentle kindly slumber	E
No more our sorrows we could number	E
But we heard a plaintive wail	F
Such as we find in fairy tale	F
It was the genius of the tree	D
Who in sad guise appeared to me	D
And then she sadly did give vent	G
Unto this awful grave lament	G
Though I am gay in month of June	B
All decked in green yet very soon	B
Alas my beauty will be faded	H
And my charms be all degraded	H
For is my time of glory brief	I
So often flattered is my leaf	I
In Canada so broad and free	D
All poets sing of the maple tree	D
High I stand in their opinion	A
Emblem of the New Dominion	A
The reason I do them upbraid	J
Some never slept beneath my shade	J
And yet they take the liberty	D
To chant about the maple tree	D
They dare to poetise my leaf	I
This is the source of all my grief	I
I think their praises all so rude	K
And as but base ingratitude	K
So often hackneyed is my name	L
That every fall I burn with shame	L
Like maiden's cheek which blushes red	K
When vain rash youth asks her to wed	K
Then do these foolish ones descry	D
In me fresh beauty and they sigh	M
And then renew their songs of praise	N
But unto me how sad their lays	N
For then I know my days are brief	I
'Tis hectic flush upon my leaf	I
True poets then should mournful sing	O
When the destroyer's on the wing	O
For then I know my leaves of gold	K
Will all soon mingle with the mould	K
No one does ever think to praise	N
The fell destroyer when he slays	N
None rejoice in the flushed cheek	P
When the poor girl is low and weak	P
Perhaps they'll say and it is true	D
In spring my glories I'll renew	D
But 'tis poor comfort after all	Q
To lose my offspring every fall	Q
Small consolation to mother	D
To tell her that soon another	D
Will replace her fond darling boy	R
Who has been source of all her joy	R
But you know all about my wood	K
You know that it is strong and good	K
And I have full many a curl	S
And pleasing eye and charming nurl	S
Some love me as fond nature grained	K
And some prefer my beauty stained	K
But my dear friend I hope that you	D
My varied shades love pure and true	D
For of the woods you know the staple	S
Stoutest and best is good maple	S
The youth my sugar eat with glee	S
And old maids love me in their tea	S
In me do various uses meet	K
In summer shade in winter heat	K
For I do make a glorious blaze	N
All worthy of the poet's lays	N
But to their praises I'll be deaf	T
If more they harp about my leaf	I
They call me gay when I am sober	D
To me 'tis gloomy month October	D
But saints on earth when they die	M
Hope for true bliss beyond the sky	M
So winter does bring no alarms	N
Though it strip bare my trunk and arms	N
For now I know that time will bring	O
More glorious foliage in the spring	O
Then all nature will rejoice	N
Triumphing with glorious voice	N
And birds will in my branches sing	O
Hosannas to the lovely spring	O
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The nurls and birds' eyes and curls were highly prized in furniture thirty years ago when we used the smooth plain	U

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