Potential Titles: Helen Hunt Jackson
Oct. 1st, 2010 04:16 pmThe singing thrush and lily know - Helen Hunt Jackson "August"
Pause and interval of peace - Helen Hunt Jackson "August"
Which seize us unaware - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
The houses where we keep our secrets - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
Well barred by every chain - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
Frozen pulse and heart of fire - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
As sleeps the patient rose - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
The winter's own release - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
Bloom from the ashes of the dead - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
The blossoms of the New Year's crown - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
Each sunrise sees a new year born - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
The pale down-trodden aster lifts her head - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"
What profit from the violet's day of pain? - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"
Hoards his pearls of frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "October"
How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"
Not ripen without frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "September"
Or doth the sun know accidents? - Helen Hunt Jackson "Two"
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Pause and interval of peace - Helen Hunt Jackson "August"
Which seize us unaware - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
The houses where we keep our secrets - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
Well barred by every chain - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"
Frozen pulse and heart of fire - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
As sleeps the patient rose - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
The winter's own release - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"
Bloom from the ashes of the dead - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
The blossoms of the New Year's crown - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
Each sunrise sees a new year born - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
The pale down-trodden aster lifts her head - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"
What profit from the violet's day of pain? - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"
Hoards his pearls of frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "October"
How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"
Not ripen without frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "September"
Or doth the sun know accidents? - Helen Hunt Jackson "Two"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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