New Feet Within My Garden Go

PL New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow! First print Nature poem I, 1 Johnson poem 99 | Franklin poem 79 The … Continue reading New Feet Within My Garden Go


PL Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity. First print Nature poem II, 2 Johnson poem 1332 | Franklin poem 1357 The text may be … Continue reading May-flower

Perhaps You’d Like to Buy a Flower

PL Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower? But I could never sell. If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the bees, from clover rows Their hock and sherry draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more! First print … Continue reading Perhaps You’d Like to Buy a Flower

The Pedigree of Honey

PL The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy. First print Nature poem V, 5 Johnson poem 1627 | Franklin poem 1650 Tłumaczenie Teresa Pelka, 2017. Tekstu można używać pod którąkolwiek z tutejszych licencji: LICENCJA CREATIVE COMMONS 4.0, BY-SA 3.0, LICENCJA 2.5. Dryden Luxury Fountain Pen, … Continue reading The Pedigree of Honey

A Service of Song

PL Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling the bell for church, Our little sexton sings. God preaches, — a noted clergyman, … Continue reading A Service of Song

The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me

PL The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes madder play. Wherefore, mine eye, thy silver mists? Wherefore, O summer’s day ? First print Nature poem VII, 7 Johnson poem 111 | Franklin poem … Continue reading The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me

Summer’s Armies

PL Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else, a peacock’s purple train, Feather by feather, on the plain Fritters itself away! The dreamy butterflies bestir, Lethargic pools resume the whir Of last year’s sundered tune. From some old fortress on the sun Baronial bees march, … Continue reading Summer’s Armies

The Grass

PL First print Nature poem IX, 9 Johnson poem 333 | Franklin poem 379 The grass so little has to do, — A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain; And stir all day to pretty tunes The breezes fetch along, And hold the sunshine in its lap And … Continue reading The Grass

A Little Road Not Made of Man

PL First print Nature poem X, 10 Johnson poem 647 | Franklin poem 758 A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, ’T is that I cannot say; I only sigh, — no vehicle Bears me along … Continue reading A Little Road Not Made of Man

Summer Shower

PL First print Nature poem XI, 11 Johnson poem 794 | Franklin poem 846 A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they … Continue reading Summer Shower

Psalm of the Day

PL First print Nature poem XII, 12 Johnson poem 122 | Franklin poem 104 A something in a summer’s day, As slow her flambeaux burn away, Which solemnizes me; A something in a summer’s noon, — An azure depth, a wordless tune, Transcending ecstasy; And still within a summer’s night A something so transporting bright, … Continue reading Psalm of the Day

The Sea of Sunset

PL First print Nature poem XIII, 13 Johnson poem 266 | Franklin poem 297 This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea; Where it rose, or whither it rushes, These are the western mystery! Night after night, her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales; Merchantmen poise … Continue reading The Sea of Sunset

Purple Clover

PL First print Nature poem XIV, 14 Johnson poem 380 | Franklin poem 642 There is a flower that bees prefer, And butterflies desire; To gain the purple democrat The humming-birds aspire; And whatsoever insect pass, A honey bears away Proportioned to his several dearth And her capacity. Her face is rounder than the moon, … Continue reading Purple Clover

The Bee

PL First print Nature poem XV, 15 Johnson poem 1224 | Franklin poem 1213 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His feet … Continue reading The Bee


PL First print Nature poem XVI, 16 Johnson poem 764 | Franklin poem 487 Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass. The text may be used under any of the following licenses: CREATIVE COMMONS LICENSE 4.0, BY-SA … Continue reading Presentiment

As Children Bid the Guest

PL First print Nature poem XVII, 17 Johnson poem 133 | Franklin poem 127 As children bid the guest good-night, And then reluctant turn, My flowers raise their pretty lips, Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake, Merry that it is morn, My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and … Continue reading As Children Bid the Guest

Angels in the Early Morning

PL First print Nature poem XVIII, 18 Johnson poem 94 | Franklin poem 73 Angels, in the early morning, May be seen the dews among; Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong ? Angels, when the sun is hottest, May be seen the sands among; Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying — Parched the … Continue reading Angels in the Early Morning

So Bashful

PL First print Nature poem XIX, 19 Johnson poem 91 | Franklin poem 70 So bashful, when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I … Continue reading So Bashful

Two Worlds

PL First print Nature poem XX, 20 Johnson poem 620 | Franklin poem 686 It makes no difference abroad — The seasons fit the same, The mornings blossom into noons, And split their pods of flame. Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, The brooks brag all the day; No blackbird bates his jargoning For passing Calvary. … Continue reading Two Worlds

The Mountain

PL First print Nature poem XI, 21 Johnson poem 975 | Franklin poem 970 The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons played around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn, the ancestor. The text may be … Continue reading The Mountain

A Day

PL First print Nature poem XXII, 22 Johnson poem 318 | Franklin poem 204 I'll tell you how the sun rose — A ribbon at a time! The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran! The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun; Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been … Continue reading A Day

Butterfly’s Assumption-Gown

PL First print Nature poem XXIII, 23 Johnson poem 1244 | Franklin poem 1329 The butterfly’s assumption-gown, In chrysoprase apartments hung, This afternoon put on. How condescending to descend, And be of buttercups the friend In a New England town! The text may be used under any of the following licenses: CREATIVE COMMONS LICENSE 4.0, … Continue reading Butterfly’s Assumption-Gown

The Wind

PL First print Nature poem XXIV, 24 Johnson poem 321 | Franklin poem 334 Of all the sounds despatched abroad, There ’s not a charge to me Like that old measure in the boughs, That phraseless melody The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky, Then quiver down, with tufts of … Continue reading The Wind

Death and Life

PL First print Nature poem XXV, 25 Johnson poem 1624 | Franklin poem 1668 Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God. The text may be used … Continue reading Death and Life

‘T Was Later

PL First print Nature poem XXVI, 26 Johnson poem 1276 | Franklin poem 1312 ’T later, when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. ’T was sooner, when the cricket went Than when the winter came, Yet that pathetic pendulum Keeps esoteric … Continue reading ‘T Was Later

Indian Summer

PL First print Nature poem XXVII, 27 Johnson poem 130 | Franklin poem 122 These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, — A blue and gold mistake. Oh, … Continue reading Indian Summer


PL First print Nature, poem XXVIII, 28 Johnson poem 12 | Franklin poem 32 The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put … Continue reading Autumn


PL First print Nature poem XXIX, 29 Johnson poem 1075 | Franklin poem 1121 The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes … Continue reading Beclouded

The Hemlock

PL First print Nature poem XXX, 30 Johnson poem 525 | Franklin poem 400 I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in wilderness, Or in the desert cloy, — An instinct for the hoar, the bald, Lapland’s … Continue reading The Hemlock

A Certain Slant of Light

PL First print poem XXXI, 31 Johnson poem 258 | Franklin poem 320 There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, But internal difference Where the meanings are. None may teach it anything, ’T is the … Continue reading A Certain Slant of Light


PL (1) I. NEW FEET WITHIN MY GARDEN GO New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod... (2) II. MAY-FLOWER Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low... (3) III. WHY? The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me... (4) IV. PERHAPS YOU’D LIKE TO BUY A FLOWER Perhaps you'd like to buy … Continue reading Nature