Like a 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,
'Tis only bold Autumn
Thy ardor can tame.
The Cardinal Flower by John Burroughs
(1837-1921)
