John Burroughs Poems
- Waiting Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for ...
- The Crow My friend and neighbor through the ...
- Bluebird A wistful note from out the sky, 'Pure, pure, ...
- The Downy Woodpecker Downy came and dwelt with me, Taught me...
- The Partridge List the booming from afar, Soft as hum of ...
- The Coming Of Phoebe When buckets shine 'gainst maple ...
- The Bobolink Daisies, clover, buttercup, Redtop, trefoil, ...
John Burroughs was an American naturalist and essayist important in the evolution of the U.S. conservation movement. According to biographers at the American Memory project at the Library of Congress, John Burroughs was the most important practitioner after Henry David Thoreau of that especially American literary genre, the nature essay. By the turn of the 20th century he had become a virtual cultural institution in his own right: the Grand Old Man of Nature at a time when the American romance with the idea of nature, and the American conservation movement, had come fully into their own. His extraordinary popularity and popular visibility were sustained by a prolific stream of essay ... more »
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Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,