The Cardinal Flower
by: John Burroughs (1837-1921)
Like peal of a bugle
Upon the still night,
So flames her deep scarlet
In dim forest light.
A heart-throb of color
Lit up the dim nook,
A dash of deep scarlet
The dark shadows shook.
Thou darling of August,
Thou flame of her flame,
'T is only bold Autumn
Thy ardor can tame.
