Poems by John Burroughs

Poems by John Burroughs

June's Coming, by John Burroughs

Now have come the shining days
When field and wood are robed anew,
And o'er the world a silver...

Waiting, by John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care I for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more '...

To the Oregon Robin, by John Burroughs

KADIAK, July, 1899 O varied thrush! O robin strange!
Behold my mute surprise.
Thy form and f...

The Song of the Toad, by John Burroughs

Have you heard the blinking toad
Sing his solo by the river
When April nights are soft and warm...

Snow-Birds, by John Burroughs

From out the white and pulsing storm
I hear the snow-birds calling;
The sheeted winds stalk o'...

The Return, by John Burroughs

He sought the old scenes with eager feet--
The scenes he had known as a boy;
"Oh, for a draug...

The Partridge, by John Burroughs

List the booming from afar,
Soft as hum of roving bee,
Vague as when on distant bar
Fall the...

Midsummer in the Catskills, by John Burroughs

The strident hum of sickle-bar,
Like giant insect heard afar,
Is on the air again;
I see th...

A March Glee, by John Burroughs

I hear the wild geese honking
From out the misty night, --
A sound of moving armies

In October, by John Burroughs

Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,
Chemic fires, still and slow,
Burn in the leaves, ...

The Indigo-Bird, by John Burroughs

Oh, late to come but long to sing,
My little finch of deep-dyed wing,
I welcome thee this da...

Hepatica, by John Burroughs

When April's in her genial mood,
And leafy smells are in the wood,
In sunny nook, by bank or...

The Bluebird, by John Burroughs

A wistful note from out the sky,
"Pure, pure, pure, " in plaintive tone,
As if the wand'rer...

Early May, by John Burroughs

The time that hints the coming leaf,
When buds are dropping chaff and scale,
And, wafted fro...

The Crow, by John Burroughs

I My friend and neighbor through the year,
Self-appointed overseer   Of my crops of frui...