the prowling Bee

*Note: the following poem is out of Franklin order because I inadvertently omitted it earlier. Give little Anguish — Lives will fret — ...

*Note: the following poem is out of its Franklin order as I accidentally omitted it earlier. I I like to see it lap the Miles — And lick...

* Note: This is the first of four older poems that I present out of order. In reviewing the blog I realize I had omitted a few. Unfortunatel...

It knew no lapse, nor Diminution — But large — serene — Burned on — until through Dissolution — It failed from Men — I could not deem t...

It knew no Medicine — It was not Sickness — then — Nor any need of Surgery — And therefore — 'twas not Pain — It moved away the Che...

But little Carmine hath her face — Of Emerald scant — her Gown — Her Beauty — is the love she doth — Itself — exhibit — mine —     ...

Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior — As soon — Adversity A Diamond — overtake In far — Bolivian Gro...

  She hideth Her the last — And is the first, to rise — Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes — She doth Her Purp...

The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly — and true — But let a Splinter swerve — 'Twere easier for You — To put a Current back — ...

'Twas Love — not me — Oh punish — pray — The Real one died for Thee — Just Him — not me — Such Guilt — to love Thee — most! Doom i...

Trust in the Unexpected — By this — was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold — As One had testified — Through this — the old Philo...