• When almond buds unclose,
    Soft white and tender rose,—
    A swarm of white moth things,
    With sunset on their wings,
    That fluttering settle down
    On branches chill and brown;
    When all the sky is blue,
    And up from grasses new
    Blithe springs the meadow lark,—
    Sweet, sweet, from dawn to dark;—
    When all the young year’s way...

  • Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower

    And casually glance

    Would scarcely cause one to suspect

    The minor Circumstance


    Assisting in the Bright Affair

    So intricately done

    Then offered as a Butterfly

    To the Meridian —


    To pack the Bud — oppose the Worm —

    Obtain...

  • When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,

    And Violets are done —

    When Bumblebees in solemn flight

    Have passed beyond the Sun —

    The hand that paused to gather

    Upon this Summer's day

    Will idle lie — in Auburn —

    Then take my flowers — pray!