Halloween, by Arthur Peterson
Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon w...
Robin Poems
Wild Flowers, by C. B. Langston
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...
Homeward, by Caroline Spencer
It is the time when birds are calling,
Each t...
The Singer's Place, by Caroline Spencer
You would pass it by among the rest,
Curious ...
A May Evening, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
A star that glimmers in the far-off gray
Of ev...
The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
How Oswald Dined with God, by Edwin Markham
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
Early Called, by Eliza Allen Starr
Do you remember how he lay
All through that gl...
Easter-Tide, by Eliza Allen Starr
"My flesh also shall rest in hope." With the s...
Robin Redbreast, by Eliza Allen Starr
An early bird is our Robin, bold Rob,
The fi...
Spring Winds and Spring Flowers, by Eliza Allen Starr
ST. JOSEPH'S COTTAGE. May, 1865. Soft south a...
Bleak Weather, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and ...
But One, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year has but one June, dear friend,
The ...
Invocation to the Sun, by Henry Abbey
O Sun, toward which the earth's uneven face
T...
Trailing Arbutus, by Henry Abbey
In spring when branches of woodbine
Hung leafl...
Autumn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The...
Nature's Invitation, by Isaac McLellan
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
The Notes of the Birds, by Isaac McLellan
Well do I love those various harmonies
That ri...
The Whippoorwill, by Isaac McLellan
When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...
The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart, by Jean Ingelow
When in May-day hush
Chanteth the Missel-thrus...
The Bluebird, by John Burroughs
A wistful note from out the sky,
"Pure, pure...
The Crow, by John Burroughs
I My friend and neighbor through the year,
S...
Hepatica, by John Burroughs
When April's in her genial mood,
And leafy sm...
To the Oregon Robin, by John Burroughs
KADIAK, July, 1899 O varied thrush! O robin ...
Pennsylvania, by John Greenleaf Whittier
Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Penn...