the prowling Bee

Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound— Good to know, and not tell, Best,...

A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature's Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is fond, I sometimes thi...

I cannot buy it—'tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot To shut the Door And it wen...

Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation Of the Seasons and the Sun. Old the Grace, but ne...

How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know — How He stretched His Anguish to us That — is covered too — Spreads the Pond Her Base o...

So set it’s Sun in Thee — What Day be dark to me — What Distance far — So I the Ships may see — That touch how seldomly — Thy Shore?      — ...

Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine A Chance's faintest Tincture And in the fo...

The following Emily Dickinson poem is in Dolly Parton's autobiography: If I can stop one Heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain I...