So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

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,