the prowling Bee

I had no time to Hate— Because The Grave would hinder Me— And life was not so Ample I Could finish—Enmity Nor had I time to Love— But since ...

Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye— Not with Coins—though they be ...

So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate – Would a Smile’s minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the Guinea Look – if she shoul...

Pain — has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun or if there were A time when it was not — It has no Future — but itself— I...

Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too— But for Holiday ’Tis more pitiful Endeavor Than...

A little Road— not made of Man— Enabled of the Eye— Accessible to Thill of Bee— Or Cart of Butterfly— If Town it have—beyond itself— 'Ti...

I think to Live—may be a Bliss      To those who dare to try—            Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify— I think the Heart I...

Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers d...

Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One— Surfeit! When the Daffodil Doth of the Dew— Even as...

Let Us play Yesterday – I – the Girl at school – You – and Eternity – the Untold Tale – Easing my famine At my Lexicon – Logarithm – had I –...

Grief is a Mouse — And chooses the Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House — And baffles quest— Grief is a Thief — quick startled — Pricks ...

Ah, Teneriffe—Receding Mountain— Purples of Ages halt for you— Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiments — Day—drops you His Red Adieu! Still cl...