John Burroughs

(3 April 1837 – 29 March 1921 / Roxbury, New York)

John Burroughs Poems

1. The Bobolink 5/21/2012
2. The Partridge 5/21/2012
3. The Downy Woodpecker 5/21/2012
4. Bluebird 5/21/2012
5. The Coming Of Phoebe 5/21/2012
6. The Crow 5/21/2012
7. Waiting 1/1/2004

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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,

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