Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune. — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
If a woman is not fit to manage the internal matters of a house, she is fit for nothing, and should never be put… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
Since the foundation of the world man has had nearly all the forces on his side, working with him and for him; his intellect has been stimulated, while that of woman has been abased; he has had the run of the world and all quickening and brightening things, while she has sat in the cinders, and until of late been… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
