More From Helen Hunt Jackson
- "By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer."
- "As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."
- "O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind."