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The little Jesus came to town; The wind blew up, the wind blew down; Out in the street the wind was bold; Now who would house Him from the cold?…
Born in the Waverly section of Baltimore, Maryland, she was a school teacher from 1873 to 1918 at the Western High School in Baltimore. During the 1920s, she became a prominent literary figure, receiving critical praise and recognition, in particular from H. L. Mencken, himself from Baltimore. Her poetry, remarkable for its intensity and concision, has been compared to that of Emily Dickinson. She is probably best remembered for the sonnet "Tears." Her volumes of poetry include A Branch of May (1887), A Handful of Lavender (1891), A Quiet Road (1896), Spicewood (1920), and Selected Poems (1926).)
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I am too near, too clear a thing for you, A flower of mullein in a crack of wall, The villagers half see, or not at all; Part of the weather, like the wind or dew.…
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Oh, the littles that remain! Scent of mint out in the lane; Flare of window; sound of bees; — These, but these.…
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Wild rockets blew along the lane; The tall white gentians too were there; The mullein stalks were brave again; Of blossoms was the bramble bare;…
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Along the pastoral ways I go, To get the healing of the trees, The ghostly news the hedges know; To hive me honey like the bees,…
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Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.…
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Two things I did on Hallows Night:— Made my house April-clear; Left open wide my door To the ghosts of the year.…
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Her eyes be like the violets, Ablow in Sudbury lane; When she doth smile, her face is sweet As blossoms after rain;…
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A rhyme of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The way had been so sore.…
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There’s never a rose upon the bush, And never a bud on any tree; In wood and field nor hint nor sign Of one green thing for you or me.…
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No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. On either side, smitten as with a spell Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell…
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Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things, That pack the day with bluster and with fret. For here is music at each window set; Here is a cup which drips with all the springs…
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Fathered by March, the daffodils are here. First, all the air grew keen with yesterday, And once a thrush from out some hollow gray On a field’s edge, where whitening stalks made c…
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A serviceable thing Is fennel, mint, or balm, Kept in the thrifty calm Of hollows, in the spring;…
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Battles nor songs can from oblivion save, But Fame upon a white deed loves to build: From out that cup of water Sidney gave, Not one drop has been spilled.
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