In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.Collection: Inspirational
To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.Collection: Health
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.Collection: Stars
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.Collection: Moon