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Helen Maria Hunt Jackson was an American writer best known as the author of Ramona, a novel about the ill treatment of Native Americans in southern California.
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Helen Hunt Jackson's poems
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These things wondering I saw beneath the sun:
That never yet the race was to the swift,
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I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
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Of all the songs which poets sing
The ones which are most sweet
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O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
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The silken threads by viewless spinners spun,
Which float so idly on the summer air,
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What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he
Whose father's father through long lives have reigned
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O proudly name their names who bravely sail
To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!
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O patient shore, thou canst not go to meet
Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest
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O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
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The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook!
"O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait,
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