Dora Read Goodale Quotes

U.S. poet (1866-1953)

Dora Read Goodale (1866 – 1915) was an American poet along with her sister of Elaine Goodale Eastman. The sisters published their first poetry as children still living at home, and were included in Edmund Clarence Stedman's classic An American Anthology (1900).

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And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.

Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate,
And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay,— 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!

Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright?
Would the sunset's last reflected shine
Flame so red from that dead flush of light?
Dark with passion is its lifted line,
Hot, alive, amid the falling night.

I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,
They are rich in their pride and their splendor;
But still more do I love to wander away
To the meadow so sweet,
Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.

The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves,
The sunlight breaking thro' the shade,
The squirrel chattering overhead,
The timid rabbits lighter tread
Among the rustling leaves.

All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope
When there comes the silent token Of an April day,— Blue hepatica!