Poems by Helen Hunt Jackson
Crossed Threads
... Because we see not where the threads have crossed ...
Danger
... The winds blow where they list, and will disclose ...
Death
... Its veins so pallid and so slow --Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art ...
Doubt
... 9 If I could reach its heart, what mattered ...
Freedom
... Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned ...
God's Light-Houses
... 23 From world to world God's beacons shine: ...
My Bees: An Allegory
... Twice faithless bees! They had sought out to eat ...
My Strawberry
... With sour and spice: what was that strength ...
My Tenants
... My corn, With burnished banners, morn by morn, ...
New Year's Morning
... it shall be Quiet and calm and pure of life ...
October's Bright Blue Weather
... When comrades seek sweet country haunts, ...
Poppies on the Wheat
... Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat ...
Refrain
... In refrain doth repeat, "Now name for me a thought ...
September
... 12 Make asters in the brook,13 From dewy lanes at morning ...
Songs of Battle
... Blind men, born blind, that red was fitting tongue ...
