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Helen Hunt Jackson
Helen Hunt Jackson Poems
| 41. | Crossed Threads | 1/3/2003 |
| 42. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: June | 1/3/2003 |
| 43. | An Arctic Quest | 1/3/2003 |
| 44. | Danger | 1/3/2003 |
| 45. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: February | 1/3/2003 |
| 46. | Freedom | 1/3/2003 |
| 47. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: March | 1/3/2003 |
| 48. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: August | 1/3/2003 |
| 49. | Chance | 1/3/2003 |
| 50. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: July | 1/3/2003 |
| 51. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: December | 1/3/2003 |
| 52. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: September | 1/3/2003 |
| 53. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: November | 1/3/2003 |
| 54. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: April | 1/3/2003 |
| 55. | September | 12/31/2002 |
| 56. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: October | 1/3/2003 |
| 57. | A Dream | 1/3/2003 |
| 58. | October's Bright Blue Weather | 1/3/2003 |
| 59. | A Calendar Of Sonnets: January | 1/3/2003 |
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A Calendar Of Sonnets: January
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk ...
Songs Of Battle
Old as the world--no other things so old;
Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung
Such lusty strength in them when earth was young?--
Stand valor and its passion hot and bold,
Insatiate of battle. How, else, told
Blind men, born blind, that red was fitting tongue
Mute, eloquent, to show how trumpets rung
When armies charged adn battle-flags unfurled?
Who sings of valor speaks for life, for death,
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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