William Dean Howells

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom,
The bobolinks are singing;
Out of the fragrant heart of read more

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom,
The bobolinks are singing;
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom
The apple-tree whispers to the room,
"Why art thou but a nest of gloom
While the bobolinks are singing?"

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Is it the shrewd October wind
Brings the tears into her eyes?
Does it blow so strong read more

Is it the shrewd October wind
Brings the tears into her eyes?
Does it blow so strong that she must fetch
Her breath in sudden sighs?

The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about read more

The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about her eyes,--
A mystery of mysteries.
So he must often pause, and stoop,
An all the wanton ringlets loop
Behind her dainty ear--emprise
Of slow event and many sighs.