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Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod Is of all, the best! - Simeon Tucker Clark, Goldenrod I lie amid the Goldenrod, I love to see it lean and nod; I love to feel the grassy sod Whose kindly breast will hold me last, Whose patient arms will fold me fast!-- Fold me from sunshine and from song, Fold me from sorrow and from wrong: Through gleaming gates of Goldenrod I'll pass into the rest of God. - Mary Clemmer (Mary Clemmer Ames), Goldenrod (last stanza) Nature lies disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,-- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart; Yet that slackened grasp doth hold Store of pure and genuine gold; Quick thou comest, strong and free, Type of all the wealth to be,-- Goldenrod! - Elaine Goodale (Mrs. Charles A. Eastman), Goldenrod I know the lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod. - Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt), Asters and Goldenrod Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow-- I thank him for the Goldenrod. - Lucy Larcom, Goldenrod Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more, Thou mimic, flowering elm! I always think that Summer's store Hangs from thy laden stem. - Horace Elisha Scudder, To the Goldenrod at Midsummer And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town. - Frank Dempster Sherman, Golden-Rod The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods. - Bayard Taylor, The Guests of Night Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to behold, Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge. - Celia Leighton Thaxter, Seaside Goldenrod
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