Nature
Thistle-Down
From An American Anthology, 1787–1900, ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman (1900)
Nature
Never a beak has my white bird,
Nor throat for song;
But wings of silk by soft wind stirred
Bear it along.
With wings of silk and a heart of seed,
Over field and town
It sails,—ah! quaint little bird indeed
Is the thistle-down.
Cite this poem
MLA
Bates, Clara Doty. “Thistle-Down.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bates_cd/0/.
Chicago
Bates, Clara Doty. “Thistle-Down.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bates_cd/0/.