The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Columbine Poems
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Musketaquid, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Because I was content with these poor fields,
...
Columbine Reflects, by Maxwell Bodenheim
They have moulded my face with a tear and a sne...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
The Death of Columbine, by Evelyn Scott
White breast beaten in sea waves,
Hair tangle...
The Hummingbird, by Andrew Downing
Hush! Make no sound, nor move your fingertips-...
The Bee, by Arthur Guiterman
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other ca...
Columbine, by John Burroughs
I strolled along the beaten way,
Where hoary ...
The Flower-Peddler, by Kenneth Rand
With the columbine
And the eglantine
For new ...