Verses by Helen Hunt JacksonVerses by Helen Hunt Jackson


byHelen Hunt Jackson

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...jagged rims of ice; a subtle red Of life is kindling every twig and stalk Of lowly meadow growths; the willows wrap Their stems in furry white; the pines grow gray A little in the biting wind; midday Brings tiny burrowed creatures, peeping out Alert for sun. Ah March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! APRIL. OBINS call robins in tops of trees; Doves follow doves, with scarlet feet; Frolicking babies, sweeter than these, Crowd green corners where highways meet. Violets stir and arbutus wakes, Claytonia's rosy bells unfold; Dandelion through the meadow makes A royal road, with seals of gold. Golden and snowy and red the flowers, Golden, snowy, and red in vain; Robins call robins through sad showers; The white dove's feet are wet with rain. MAY. 151 For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these are so gay,--Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way. MAY. HE voice of one who goes before to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May! Without an envy of her crown And bridal; patient stringing emeralds And shining rubies for the brows of birch And maple; flinging garlands of pure white And pink, which to their bloom add prophecy; Gold cups o'er-filling on a thousand hills And calling honey-bees; out of their sleep The tiny summer harpers with bright wings Awaking, teaching them their notes for noon;--O May, sweet-voiced one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passion,--sweeter days are thine! THE SIMPLE KING. HE king, the royal, simple king, Whom in bold lovingness I sing, J Will not be buried when he dies, As kings are buried. Where he lies, No regal monument will show; No...
Title:VersesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:56 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.12 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217905560

ISBN - 13:9780217905565