That floats on high, 'tween earth and God,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A multitude of goldenrod;
Beside the lane, beneath the trees,
Waving, worshiping in the breeze.
Bedecked with shimmering diamond dew,
They graced the banks of common farms,
Transforming pastures with their hues.
No prim reserve, they took their chance,
With full abandon led the dance.
Out-did the coloring boughs with glee;
A poet's heart could hold no gloom
In such a glorious company:
I gazed and gazed, absorbed the sight,
I savored radiance, reached toward light.
When kitchen world my soul confines,
A golden mem'ry floats my way-
And darkest corner briefly shines.
I lift my heart,my arms, to God,
I'm dancing with the goldenrod.