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,

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

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

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—