Poems by John Burroughs

I strolled along the beaten way,
Where hoary cliffs uprear their heads,
And all the firstling...

Like peal of a bugle
Upon the still night,
So flames her deep scarlet
In dim forest light. &n...

Daisies, clover, buttercup,
Red-top, trefoil, meadowsweet,
Ecstatic pinions, soaring up,...