the prowling Bee

I learned—at least—what Home could be— How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn Round our new Fireside—bu...

A Coffin — is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave — is a restricted Breadth — Yet ampl...

Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain— No Sinew can afford— The Cargo of The...

'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity — But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy ...

Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind— I worried Nature with my Wheels When Hers...

Bereaved of all, I went abroad — No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula — The Grave preceded me — Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself — An...

There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they— Yet one—rejoices Flowers— And one—t...

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—    Fr884, J781, fascicle 39, 1864 The ba...

A South Wind — has a pathos Of individual Voice — As One detect on Landings An Emigrant's address. A Hint of Ports and Peoples — And muc...

The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to move— This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve— And Oaks untwist th...

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her h...

The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because 'tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work— Has impetus of Gain— And impetus of Go...

This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow— Had it a notice fro...

Least Bee that brew— A Honey's Weight Content Her smallest fraction help The Amber Quantity—     -Fr878, J676, fascicle 39, 1864 This po...

The Loneliness One dare not sound— And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size— The Loneliness whose worst a...