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January January

January
O winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death! Far sooner in midsummer tireThe streams than under ice. June could not hireHer roses to forego the strength they learnIn sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burnThe bridges thou dost lay where men desireIn vain to build. O Heart, when Love's sun goesTo northward, and the sounds of singing cease,Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.Sleep on... Poems - Post by : gmarsh - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1458

Draxy's Hymn Draxy's Hymn

Draxy's Hymn
I cannot think but God must know About the thing I long for so; I know He is so good, so kind, I cannot think but He will find Some way to help, some way to show Me to the thing I long for so. I stretch my hand--it lies so near: It looks so sweet, it looks so dear. "Dear Lord," I pray, "Oh, let me know If it is wrong to want it so?" He only smiles--He does not speak: My heart grows weaker and more weak,... Poems - Post by : Roberto - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1307

The Morning Moon The Morning Moon

The Morning Moon
The gold moon turns to white; The white moon fades to cloud; It looks so like the gold moon's shroud, It makes me think about the dead, And hear the words I have heard read, By graves for burial rite. I wonder now how many moons In just such white have died; I wonder how the stars divide Among themselves their share of light; And if there were great years of night Before the earth saw noons. I wonder why each... Poems - Post by : Sherry2000 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 3562

My Little Tiarella My Little Tiarella

My Little Tiarella
My little Tiarella, If thou art my own, Tell me how thus in winter Thy shining flowers have blown. Art thou a fairy smuggler, Defying law? Didst take of last year's summer More than summer saw? Or hast thou stolen frost-flakes Secretly at night? Thy stamens tipped with silver, Thy petals spotless white, Are so like those which cover My window-pane; Wilt thou, like them, turn back at noon To drops again? Oh, little Tiarella, Thy silence speaks; No more my foolish question... Poems - Post by : little-man89 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2669

The Gospel Of Mystery The Gospel Of Mystery

The Gospel Of Mystery
Good tidings every day, God's messengers ride fast. We do not hear one half they say, There is such noise on the highway, Where we must wait while they ride past. Their banners blaze and shine With Jesus Christ's dear name, And story, how by God's design He saves us, in His love divine, And lifts us from our sin and shame. Their music fills the air, Their songs sing all of Heaven; Their ringing trumpet peals... Poems - Post by : fmetx - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2425

The Angel Of Pain The Angel Of Pain

The Angel Of Pain
Angel of Pain, I think thy face Will be, in all the heavenly place, The sweetest face that I shall see, The swiftest face to smile on me. All other angels faint and tire; Joy wearies, and forsakes desire; Hope falters, face to face with Fate, And dies because it cannot wait; And Love cuts short each loving day, Because fond hearts cannot obey That subtlest law which measures bliss By what it is content to miss. But thou, O loving, faithful Pain-- Hated, reproached, rejected, slain--... Poems - Post by : lgventures - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2300

A Song Of Clover A Song Of Clover

A Song Of Clover
I wonder what the Clover thinks?-- Intimate friend of Bob-o-links, Lover of Daisies slim and white, Waltzer with Butter-cups at night; Keeper of Inn for travelling Bees, Serving to them wine dregs and lees, Left by the Royal Humming-birds, Who sip and pay with fine-spun words; Fellow with all the lowliest, Peer of the gayest and the best; Comrade of winds, beloved of sun, Kissed by the Dew-drops, one by one; Prophet of Good Luck mystery By sign of four which few may see; Symbol of Nature's... Poems - Post by : stock - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2427

Pomegranate Blossom! Heart Of Fire! Pomegranate Blossom! Heart Of Fire!

Pomegranate Blossom! Heart Of Fire!
Pomegranate blossom! Heart of fire! I dare to be thy death, To slay thee while the summer sun Is quickening thy breath; To rob the autumn of thy wine;-- Next year of all ripe seeds of thine, That thou mayest bear one kiss of mine To my dear love before my death. For, Heart of fire, I too am robbed Like thee! Like thee, I die, While yet my summer sun of love Is near, and warm, and... Poems - Post by : robina - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1931

'the End Of Harvest "the End Of Harvest

'the End Of Harvest
"O Love, who walkest slow among my sheaves, Smiling at tint and shape, thy smile of peace, But whispering of the next sweet year's increase,-- O tender Love, thy loving hope but grieves My heart! I rue my harvest, if it leaves Thee vainly waiting after harvests cease, Like one who has been mocked by title lease To barren fields. Dear one, my word deceives Thee never. Hearts one summer have. Their grain... Poems - Post by : AussieJohnO - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2876

Three Kisses Of Farewell Three Kisses Of Farewell

Three Kisses Of Farewell
"Three, only three my darling, Separate, solemn, slow; Not like the swift and joyous ones We used to know When we kissed because we loved each other Simply to taste love's sweet, And lavished our kisses as the summer Lavishes heat,-- But as they kiss whose hearts are wrung, When hope and fear are spent, And nothing is left to give, except A sacrament! "First of the three, my darling, Is sacred unto pain;... Poems - Post by : tigermiss - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 913

Emigravit Emigravit

Emigravit
With sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs; Strange names shine out beneath her figure-head: What glad farewells with eager eyes are said! What cheer for him who goes, and him who stays! Fair skies, rich lands, new homes, and untried days Some go to seek: the rest but wait instead Until the next stanch ship her flag shall raise. Who knows what myriad colonies there are Of fairest fields, and rich, undreamed-of gains, Thick-planted in the distant shining plains Which we call sky because they lie so far?... Poems - Post by : lcp2000 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2227

'how Was It?' "how Was It?"

'how Was It?'
Why ask, dear one? I think I cannot tell, More than I know how clouds so sudden lift From mountains, or how snowflakes float and drift, Or springs leave hills. One secret and one spell All true things have. No sunlight ever fell With sound to bid flowers open. Still and swift Come sweetest things on earth. So comes... Poems - Post by : passion - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1597

A Moment A Moment

A Moment
Lightly as an insect floating In the sunny summer air, Waved one tiny snow-white blossom, From a hidden crevice growing, Dainty, fragile-leaved, and fair, Where great rocks piled up like mountains, Well-nigh to the shining heavens, Rose precipitous and bare, With a pent-up river rushing, Foaming as at boiling heat Wildly, madly, at their feet. Hardly with a ripple stirring The sweet silence by its tone, Fell a woman's whisper lightly,-- "Oh, the dainty, dauntless... Poems - Post by : Rawkin - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1351

On A Green Point Of Sunny Land On A Green Point Of Sunny Land

On A Green Point Of Sunny Land
On a green point of sunny land, Hemmed in by mountains stern and high, I stood alone as dreamers stand, And watched two streams that hurried by. One ran to east, and one to south; They leaped and sparkled in the sun; They foamed like racers at the mouth, And laughed as if the race were won. Just on the point of sunny land A low bush stood, like umpire fair, Waving green banners in its hand, As... Poems - Post by : troydan - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2808

To An Absent Lover To An Absent Lover

To An Absent Lover
That so much change should come when them dost go, Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite. The very house seems dark as when the light Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow So altered, that I wander to and fro, Bewildered by the most familiar sight, And feel like one who rouses in the night From dream of ecstasy, and cannot know At first if he be sleeping or awake, My foolish heart so foolish for thy sake Hath grown, dear one! Teach... Poems - Post by : temudry - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2973

'couleur De Rose' "couleur De Rose"

'couleur De Rose'
All things to-day "Couleur de rose," I see,--oh, why? I know, and my dear love she knows, Why, oh, why! On both my eyes her lips she set, All red and warm and dewy wet, As she passed by. The kiss did not my eyelids close, But like a rosy vapor goes, Where'er I sit 'er I lie, Before my every glance, and shows All things to-day "Couleur de rose." Would it last thus? Alas, who knows?... Poems - Post by : HereOn3rdRock - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2821

Lovers' Thoughts Lovers' Thoughts

Lovers' Thoughts
"How feels the earth when, breaking from the night, The sweet and sudden Dawn impatient spills Her rosy colors all along the hills? How feels the sea, as it turns sudden white, And shines like molten silver in the light Which pours from eastward when the full moon fills Her time to rise?" "I know not, love, what thrills The earth, the sea, may feel. How should I know? Except I guess by this,--the joy I... Poems - Post by : leonard063083 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1464

A Woman's Battle A Woman's Battle

A Woman's Battle
Dear foe, I know thou'lt win the fight; I know thou hast the stronger bark, And thou art sailing in the light, While I am creeping in the dark. Thou dost not dream that I am crying, As I come up with colors flying. I clear away my wounded, slain, With strength like frenzy strong and swift; I do not feel the tug and strain, Though dead are heavy, hard to lift. If I looked on their... Poems - Post by : BusinessBuilder - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 1588

What Lover Best His Love Doth Prove And Show? What Lover Best His Love Doth Prove And Show?

What Lover Best His Love Doth Prove And Show?
I. What lover best his love doth prove and show? The one whose words are swiftest, love to state? The one who measures out his love by weight In costly gifts which all men see and know? Nay! words are cheap and easy: they may go For what men think them worth: or soon or late, They are but air. And gifts? Still cheaper rate Are they at which men barter to and fro Where love is not!_ _One thing remains. Oh, Love, Thou hast so seldom seen it on... Poems - Post by : akeni - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 2165

The Inn Of The Golden Pear The Inn Of The Golden Pear

The Inn Of The Golden Pear
I. Who buys? Who buys? 'Tis like a market-fair; The hubbub rises deafening on the air: The children spend their honest money there; The knaves prowl out like foxes from a lair. Who buys? Who sells? Alas, and still alas! The children sell their diamond stones for glass; The knaves their worthless stones for diamonds pass. He laughs who buys; he laughs who sells. Alas!In the days when New England was only a group of thinly settled wildernesses called "provinces," there was something almost like the old feudal tenure of... Short Stories - Post by : msmonline - Date : September 2011 - Author : Helen Hunt Jackson - Read : 3166