The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
Bee Poems
The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
On the Eve of Sleep, by Edith Matilda Thomas
What is softer than two snowflakes meeting
In ...
Night-Blooming Cereus, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Bride of the Night, clad in such fitting robes...
November, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Lush summer had her lavish treasure hurled
On ...
The Bee, by Edwin Curran
The singing bee comes like a little ship,
And...
Christ, by Edwin Curran
That night
The sky bent to the manger with sti...
Spring Winds and Spring Flowers, by Eliza Allen Starr
ST. JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. May, 1865. Soft south a...
But One, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year has but one June, dear friend,
The ...
Conversion, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I have lived this life as a skeptic lives it,
...
Sonnet, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee,
...
What Love Is, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love is the centre and circumference;
The cau...
The Reaper, by George Houghton
The wheat-stalks are heavy and white,
They sl...
To a Child, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dear child! How radiant on thy mother's knee,
...
The Little Chickadee Warbler of the Winter Woods, by Isaac McLellan
The brown chickadee still chirps on the tree,
...
Early May, by John Burroughs
The time that hints the coming leaf,
When bud...
The Partridge, by John Burroughs
List the booming from afar,
Soft as hum of ro...
The Ballade of Butterflies, by Joyce Kilmer
Because we never build a nest
And no one of us...
Song of the Cricket, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
When the Summer moonlight evening, weird, fan...
A Summer Morning, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Welcome, glad morning, night's sable curtain
...
To the Birds, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...
Mysterious Nature, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
'Tis a mysterious thing to see the earth
Put o...
Summer, by Nellie Seelye Evans
The pollen on a bee's wing,
His hum against t...
Little Kate, by Robert Leighton
A winking, blinking, little thing,
Full of ...
The Lonely Isle, by Robert Leighton
I know an isle in the desert sea,
Where many ...