The Murmur of a BeeA Witchcraft -- yieldeth me --If any ask me why --'Twere easier to die --Than tell --The Red upon the HillTaketh away my will -...
Except to Heaven, she is nought.Except for Angels -- lone.Except to some wide-wandering BeeA flower superfluous blown.Except for winds -- provincial.E...
Dust is the only Secret --Death, the only OneYou cannot find out all aboutIn his "native town."Nobody know "his Father" --Never wa...
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!The Hills to meet him rose!On his side, what Transaction!On their side, what Repose!Deeper and deeper grew th...
Mute thy Coronation --Meek my Vive le roi,Fold a tiny courtierIn thine Ermine, Sir,There to rest reveringTill the pageant by,I can murmur broken,Maste...
She died -- this was the way she died.And when her breath was doneTook up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe ...
She went as quiet as the DewFrom an Accustomed flower.Not like the Dew, did she returnAt the Accustomed hour!She dropt as softly as a starFrom out my ...
All overgrown by cunning moss,All interspersed with weed,The little cage of "Currer Bell"In quiet "Haworth" laid.Gathered from man...
Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast --Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn ep...
On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair --So quiet -- Oh how quiet,That nobody might kn...