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,

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly