Goldenrods

Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod Is of all, the best!

— Goldenrods

I lie amid the Goldenrod,I'll pass into the rest of God.

— Goldenrods

Nature lies disheveled, pale, Goldenrod!

— Goldenrods

I know the lands are litWith all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

— Goldenrods

Because its myriad glimmering plumes I thank him for the Goldenrod.

— Goldenrods

Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more, Hangs from thy laden stem.

— Goldenrods

And in the evening, everywhere Like lighted street-lamps in the town.

— Goldenrods

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

— Goldenrods

Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge.

— Goldenrods