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I can't find a biography for this poet and am not 100% sure that Kate Putnam and Kate Putnam Osgood are the same people, just that the dates fit.

Nothing but me 'twixt earth and sky - Kate Putnam Osgood "Day-Dream" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, June 1873 v.XI no.27]

An amethyst and an emerald stone hung and hollowed - Kate Putnam Osgood "Day-Dream" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, June 1873 v.XI no.27]

The circling bound of light and color - Kate Putnam Osgood "Day-Dream" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, June 1873 v.XI no.27]

Fashioned out of this foolish dream - Kate Putnam Osgood "Day-Dream" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, June 1873 v.XI no.27]

Crowned and throned by lightning-legions - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Their voices ring through the echoing thunder-regions - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Our quest for the good that Fate has given - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Parching in its fever pain - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Many a tortured life is thirsting for a cooling draught - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

No purple vein from the mellow grape-heart bursting - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Despise starry isles in light embosomed - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Just because the rose has blossomed - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Steep his song in sunlit splendor - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Enchain dew-soft darks in silence tender - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Nor the bobolink's trill the less laughs - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Where the sun-crowned souls sit peerless - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Bees may drain a drop of hone - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Frowns at its shadow's answering frown - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Day and night are alike to him - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Stings his soul with a deeper despair - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Golden-winged through the glory swim - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

Treads the ripened honey of clover heads - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

From the dazzling splendor of the burning clouds - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

A spring of deathless music welling - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

Murmured through my haunted brain - Kate Putnam "Unuttered" [The Continental Monthly v.IV - Oct., 1863 - no.IV]

And fashions its folds in guise of death - Kate Putnam Osgood "The Washer at the Well: A Breton Legend" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, July 1878]

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