Poems by Andrew Downing

It scarcely seems winter, so faint is the breeze
That stirs the green mistletoe there in the tr...

In robe of orange, and of black,
With mellow music in his throat,
Our fairest summer bird is...

When the summer sky is a tent of blue,
And rosy June is the regnant queen,
A crimson shuttle,...

For the anniversary of the birthday of Robert Burns--Jan. 25, 1894. I know not in what land thy...

These are the monarch-mountains of the land,
The purple-wearers, almost infinite!
Secure upon...

I am the pitiless Sand Storm,
The whelp of a tameless breed--
My dam the desert, my sire the ...

There is in Egypt, near the Pyramids,
Fronting the placid Nile, a monolith--
A sculptured le...

Doubtless you have heard the saying, Kansas lays a sorcerer's spell
Ever on her loyal children-...

Fair is the sky, for the cloud-rack is lifted--
Bright will the day be, though dark was the mo...

Young Love was such a torment
I hid from him my face,
And scorned, and drove him from me
In ...

The golden glow of autumn-time
Hath faded like an ember,
And on the dreary landscape lies
The...

Has some prospect better pleased you?
Did you ever lift your eye--
Anywhere in any country--
T...

The warm, long day is ended,
The cooler night prevails;
In blue seas, star-attended,
A wh...

I saw the round moon rising from the sea,
One summer evening from a lonely isle
Hard by the no...

Deep in the desert's fiery heart--
From bloom and verdure far apart--
A fountain thrusts its he...