Lees pared with flowers

By Robert Frost

A tree¡¯s lees may be ever so good.

So may its bark, so may its wood;

But unless you put the right thing to its root.

It never will show much flower or fruit.

But I may be one who does not care

Ever to he tree bloom or bear.

Lees and bark may be tree enough.

Some giant trees he bloom so small.

They might as well he none at all.

Late in life I he e on fern.

Now lichens are due to he their turn.

I bade men tell me which in brief,

Which is fairer, flower or leaf.

They did not he the wit to say,

Lees by night and flowers by day.

Lees and bark, lees and bark,

To lean against and hear in the bark.

Petals I may he once pursued.

Lees are all my darket mood.

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