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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,
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting