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,

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next