the prowling Bee

Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? "A Soul has gone to Heaven" I'm answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison? That Be...

Our little Kinsmen—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. A needless life, it seemed to me Unti...

An Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.     -F931, J884, Sheet 15, 1865 Because of the ...

The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns— Each Age a Lens Disseminating ...

I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it held Since Somewhere ...

The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom To gain renown of Lady...

Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between. To fail within a Chance — How terr...

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way The Stars about my Head I felt About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be...