Poems by Andrew Downing

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

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

Arizona is peerless, her breezes are soft,
And mostly her sky is surprisingly fair,
For "the...

The lady moon, a goddess bright,
With shoulders gleaming bare and white,
And stately head in...

A song of the joy of living,
As clear as a bugle play
When the springtide rises highest,
And...

Though leafless are my trees--
My trees so tall and stately--
And silently from these
My birds...

The earth is bright and dewy-fresh
As Dian, risen from her bath,
While, just released from s...

The Farmer is the lord of lands,
The birth-right baron of the soil,
Although the callous-badg...

Hush! Make no sound, nor move your fingertips--
A sprite, the Ariel of birds, is near!
The a...

When life burns to ashes that hold but an ember--
A fast-fading spark of their olden-time glow--...

Now the leaves are falling, bronze and brown and yellow,
Some are dry as parchment, crisp as ...

Far off the Rio Grande crawls,
A silver serpent in the sand;
And sweetly, softly, slowly fa...

I walk at morn where fairies brew,
On moonlit nights the clear, bright dew;
And every blosso...

A wise old mother is Nature--
She guideth her children's feet
In many a flowery pathway;
And ...

The cool rain poured in sudden haste
Upon the thirsty sod,
And life throughout an arid waste
...