Poems About Nature

A Bird Came Down the WalkA bird came down the walk: Emily Dickinson Lyric BirchesWhen I see birches bend to left and right Robert Frost Blueberries“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way Robert Frost Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage (Canto III — Selected Excerpts)Once more upon the waters! yet once more! Lord Byron Christmas TreesThe city had withdrawn into itself Robert Frost Blank Verse Daffodils (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud)I wandered lonely as a cloud William Wordsworth Lyric DarknessI had a dream, which was not all a dream. Lord Byron DesignI found a dimpled spider, fat and white, Robert Frost Sonnet FogThe fog comes Carl Sandburg Ghost HouseI dwell in a lonely house I know Robert Frost Lyric Into My OwnOne of my wishes is that those dark trees, Robert Frost Lyric Lines Written in Early SpringI heard a thousand blended notes, William Wordsworth Lyric Loveliest of TreesLoveliest of trees, the cherry now A. E. Housman Lyric Mending WallSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall, Robert Frost Blank Verse MowingThere was never a sound beside the wood but one, Robert Frost My Heart Leaps UpMy heart leaps up when I behold William Wordsworth My November GuestMy Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Robert Frost Lyric Neutral TonesWe stood by a pond that winter day, Thomas Hardy Lyric Nothing Gold Can StayNature’s first green is gold, Robert Frost Lyric On First Looking into Chapman’s HomerMuch have I travell'd in the realms of gold, John Keats Sonnet Song of MyselfI celebrate myself, and sing myself, Walt Whitman Free Verse Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. Robert Frost Lyric The EagleHe clasps the crag with crooked hands; Alfred Tennyson Lyric The Sound of the TreesI wonder about the trees. Robert Frost Lyric The Tuft of FlowersI went to turn the grass once after one Robert Frost The Vantage PointIf tired of trees I seek again mankind, Robert Frost Lyric The Wood-PileOut walking in the frozen swamp one grey day, Robert Frost The World Is Too Much With UsThe world is too much with us; late and soon, William Wordsworth Sonnet There Will Come Soft RainsThere will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, Sara Teasdale Lyric To AutumnSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness, John Keats Ode When I Heard the Learn’d AstronomerWhen I heard the learn'd astronomer, Walt Whitman