the prowling Bee

Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful—as to the village— ...

My friend must be a Bird— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has it, like a Bee! Ah, curious frie...

So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find— So breathless till I passed here—...

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro' the village— Sauntered as soft away! ...

Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be— Grief—Hills—Eternity—...

Delayed till she had ceased to know— Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath— Late...

Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid. She beckons, and the woods start...

Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question flings— Thri...

Heart! we will forget him! You and I – tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave – I will forget the light! When you have done p...

I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight again, By every sainted Bee— By Daisy cal...

There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name. Som...

My Wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the Tide! An unfrequ...

If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose — How gay upon your table My velvet life to close! Since I am of the Druid — ...

Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not, To introduce his soul. Could...

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings ...

Who robbed the Woods – The trusting Woods?
 The unsuspecting Trees
 Brought out their Burrs and Mosses – His fantasy to please –
 ...

I've got an arrow here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"! Vanquish...

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I, They may take the trifle Termed m...

"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink 
In the fadeless orchards
 Hear the bobolink!

 Merely flake or petal
 ...

If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, 'Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away— If I should c...