The children with the streamlets sing, when April stops at last her weeping. And every happy growing thing laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.
Lucy Larcom, The Sister Months.
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs in mortal wise, but hallowing thoughts Will meet the offering, of so little worth , Wanting the benison death has made divine.Lucy Larcom
Oh, her heart’s adrift with one On an endless voyage gone! Night and morning Hannah’s at the window binding shoes.Lucy Larcom
I believe the best poetry of our times is growing too artistic; the study is too visible. If freedom and naturalness are lost out of poetry, everything worth having is lost.Lucy Larcom
Sometimes it seems to me that God 's way of dealing with me is not to let me see much of my friends, those who are most to me in the spiritual life, lest I should forget that the invisible bond is the only reality. That is the only way I can reconcile myself to the inevitable separations of life and death.Lucy Larcom
O Mariner-soul, Thy quest is but begun, There are new worlds Forever to be won.Lucy Larcom
Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow I thank him for the Goldenrod.Lucy Larcom
The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore.Lucy Larcom