the prowling Bee

'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...