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Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.

— Helen Hunt Jackson Verses (1874)

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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Poems (1892)

When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget.

On the king’s gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead;
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father’s stead.

Verses (1874)

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

The voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!

Verses (1874)

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