Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry THE leaves and tassels of the oak Were golden-green with May, Pavilion whence forever broke Some angel roundelay. A carol like a glory came From topmost twig astir, Enkindled by a flying flame, The scarlet tanager. The tree was glad as Paradise When, eager soul on soul, The saints flock home. There glistened twice A wild-throat oriole; And once the grosbeak's rosy breast Poured its enchanted ...