"Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod Is of all, the best!"

"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 …"

"Nature lies disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,— Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart…"

"Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor m…"

"Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more, Thou mimic, flowering elm! I always think that Summer's store Hangs from thy lade…"

"And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-la…"

"The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods."

"Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to behold, Clingin…"

"When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the mead…"

"The entire way from Pila to Bhakra I came down a riverbed that had some running water and oleander flowers like peach…"