Companions were we in the grove and glen, Through belts of summer wandered hour on hour, Ransacking sward and swamp to deck his bower, River and reservoir or mountain rain; Nor sought for hard-named herb or plant of power, But whippoorwill-shoe and quaint sidesaddle flower: And still he talked, asserting thought is free And wisest souls by their own action shine. "For beauty," he said, "is seen where'er we look, Growing alike in waste and guarded ground And, like the May flower, gathered equally On desolate hills, where scantily the pine Drops his dry wisps about the barren rock, And in the angles of the fences found." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |