Upon a showery night and still, Without a sound of warning, A trooper band surprised the hill, And held it in the morning. We were not waked by bugle notes, No cheer our dreams invaded, And yet at dawn, their yellow coats On the green slopes paraded. Helen Gray ConeThe Dandelions.
Dear common flower, that growst beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, oerjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earths ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. LowellTo the Dandelion.