Songs, Poems and Prose: By John Wheaton Evans Tapper (1897)

Outside looking in, the sycamore in remiss of her blooms, she cradles the window, stretching her branches, forming the curtains, as the worlds sleeps beneath her. Have you hugged one today? In her regal gown of fine satin, her sister across the roadside, waning years, fraying hems and whittled seams in grande dame pose, head held high, always a lady.