the prowling Bee

Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men: Anybody find the fo...

Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so— ...

Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told— Love, by memorial mold— Bird...

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow , Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow...

Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet are cold – ...

An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn— A pri...

Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all— Angel's breathless ball...

Heart not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune— A careless snatch—a ballad— A Ditty...

“They have not chosen me” – he said – “But I have chosen them”! Brave – Broken hearted statement – Uttered in Bethleem! I could no...

For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round— Wherefore when boughs are free— Households in e...

Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled— And no one made reply. Pe...

On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair— So quiet—Oh how quiet, ...

This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star in vain, Give gently to the dead— H...

We should not mind so small a flower— Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again. So spicy her C...

She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand. Till Daff...

I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase— You—unsuspecting—feel for me— Almost—a loneliness—                      ...

New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the...

As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho' all the rest are here— In broken math...

One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown! Coach, it insures, and footm...

The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by – Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy. My flowers turn from Forums— ...