O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List!… — Clinton Scollard Fauns 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… — Clinton Scollard Breaths 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,… — Clinton Scollard Death 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… — Clinton Scollard Bigs 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… — Clinton Scollard Aisle 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… — Clinton Scollard Beam 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… — Clinton Scollard Bees 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… — Clinton Scollard Adventure Copy Share Image
