Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

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  • Danyell J. Bernier (7/17/2018 9:54:00 AM)

    No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
    Who does not know his loving mercy swift
    But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
    Each burden, from each human soul to lift.......................
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  • angel (5/15/2018 3:31:00 PM)

    what's so peculiar about silence again''

  • helen hunt (2/5/2018 2:12:00 PM)

    hello tapan my name is helen hunt

  • sorry eli is very rude (2/5/2018 2:11:00 PM)

    eli she is syupid ans weird

  • puppy dog (2/5/2018 2:10:00 PM)

    love her so pretty art

  • hiiiii 1 (2/5/2018 2:09:00 PM)

    she is coolhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (9/2/2016 11:32:00 PM)

    She was a very talented poetess.. I love her works ''Calender Of Sonnets...''

Best Poem of Helen Hunt Jackson

A Dream

I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."

I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);

Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place. ...

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Where?

My snowy eupatorium has dropped
Its silver threads of petals in the night;
No signal told its blossoming had stopped;
Its seed-films flutter silent, ghostly white:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, "Where?"

Beneath the glossy leaves of winter-green
Dead lilly-bells lie low, and in their place

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