The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Maple Poems
May-Day, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
Wi...
Monadnoc, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
Evening In a Sugar Orchard, by Robert Frost
FROM where I lingered in a lull in March
Outsi...
Maple, by Robert Frost
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel
Made ...
The Onset, by Robert Frost
ALWAYS the same, when on a fated night
At las...
The Wood-Pile, by Robert Frost
OUT walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
I...
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
These I Singing in Spring, by Walt Whitman
These I singing in spring collect for lovers,
...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
Advice To Maple-Trees, by Maxwell Bodenheim
O little maple-trees,
Slender and unkempt, l...
Autumn, by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts...
Dreaming of Li Bai, by Du Fu
I If death parts us, the tears will dry one d...
Nocturne of Remembered Spring, by Conrad Aiken
I Moonlight silvers the ghostly tops of trees,...
Variations: XIII, by Conrad Aiken
Blue waves are driven by wind,
The leaves are...
By Messenger, by Amy Lowell
One night
When there was a clear moon,
I sat...
The Cremona Violin, by Amy Lowell
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
Where Three Huge Dogs are Ramping Yonder, by Walter Savage Landor
Where three huge dogs are ramping yonder
Befor...
In the Woods, by Albert Laighton
I walked alone in depths of Autumn woods;
The...
Shadows, by Anna Katherine Green
A zephyr moves the maple-trees,
And straightw...
How the Birds Came, by Arthur Guiterman
AN INDIAN LEGEND All summer long the forest tr...
True Spring, by Arthur Guiterman
What, spring, because a day is fair,
Becaus...
Welcome to the Park, by Calvera Tomczak
Welcome to the park where I took my lover down ...
Music, by Clinton Scollard
There is an organ in my elm
A harp within my m...
Balder the Beautiful, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Now stirs the sap in the elm and the maple,
T...