The awful phantom of the hungry poor.
A Winter’s Night (sonnet).
Ah, happy world, where all things liveCreatures of one great law, indeed;Bound by strong roots, the splendid flower,—Swept by great seas, the drifting seed!Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford
A place of dream, the Holy LandHangs midway between earth and heaven.Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford
Beauty vanishes like a vapor,Preach the men of musty morals.Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford
He is one of those people to whom you must allow moods,—when their sun shines, dance,—and when their vapors rise, sit in the shadow.Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford