the prowling Bee

Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity — And perish on the Day Himself is borne away From ...

From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone No eye hath seen and lived We i...

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed— As Tongues of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My friend— He...

So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance Entertain—without addressing Countenance of O...

My Worthiness is all my Doubt — His Merit — all my fear — Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier — appear — Lest I should insufficient pro...

Growth of Man—like Growth of Nature— Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— But it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal Must ach...

All but Death, can be Adjusted — Dynasties repaired — Systems — settled in their Sockets — Citadels — dissolved — Wastes of Lives — resown w...

Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind of Man – Poverty – be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly – but We – would rather From Our Garr...

Bloom opon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same— Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing Should en...

Autumn — overlooked my Knitting — Dyes — said He — have I — Could disparage a Flamingo — Show Me them — said I — Cochineal — I chose — for d...

It dropped so low — in my Regard — I heard it hit the Ground — And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind — Yet blamed the Fate tha...

I sometimes drop it, for a Quick – The Thought to be alive – Anonymous Delight to know – And Madder – to conceive – Consoles a Wo so monstro...

Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men Wiser Men may weary— But the Man within Never knew Satiet...

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue— The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes— Just Sunrise— Lest Day— D...

Remorse — is Memory — awake — Her Parties all astir — A Presence of Departed Acts — At window — and at Door — Its Past — set down before the...