Clinton Scollard Quotes & Sayings

A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
And "June" hummed a bee
In a Bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew. — Clinton Scollard

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh;
Some must toil when the noonday beams;
But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh,
Every man is a King of Dreams. — Clinton Scollard

And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush. — Clinton Scollard

O the wind is a faun in the spring time
When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!
T-r-r-r-l!
Hear how gay! — Clinton Scollard

In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way. — Clinton Scollard

It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time. — Clinton Scollard

Mortals, while through the world you go,
Hope may succor and faith befriend,
Yet happy your hearts if you can but know,
Love awaits at the journey's end! — Clinton Scollard

Upon my lips the breath of song,
Within my heart a rhyme,
Howe'er time trips or lags along,
I keep abreast with time! — Clinton Scollard

To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods. — Clinton Scollard