Poems by John Burroughs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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