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… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List! hark his… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time! — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
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… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
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… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh,… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
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… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
