the prowling Bee

Answer July — Where is the Bee — Where is the Blush — Where is the Hay? Ah, said July — Where is the Seed — Where is the Bud — Wh...

I cross till I am weary A Mountain — in my mind — More Mountains — then a Sea — More Seas — And then A Desert — find — And My Horizon...

The Martyr Poets – did not tell – But wrought their Pang in syllable – That when their mortal name be numb – Their mortal fate – encourag...

Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight — Affords a Bliss like Murder — Omnipotent — Acute — We will not drop the Dirk — Because We l...

I fear a Man of frugal Speech — I fear a Silent Man — Haranguer — I can overtake — Or Babbler — entertain — But He who weigheth — Whil...

I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up— But called the oth...

Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas — Just at noon — no later — Sweet — Then — the License closes — Some such Spice — express –...

I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — 'Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed my Peb...

The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themselves— The Science of the Grave No Man can understa...

'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold— But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling 'twas—               ...