Poems by Helen Hunt Jackson
Spinning
... I never doubt. I know He set me here, and still, ...
Habeas Corpus
... ) Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art ...
Morn
... We wake from death's short sleep, to struggle through ...
At Last
... Love Of womanhood, we had first looked and straightway, ...
The Prince Is Dead
... They are hard at work, though their eyes are wet ...
Forgiven
... How long, dear, think you, that my glad cheek will ...
Coronation
... Through the king's gate, unquestioned then, ...
