Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.