With a Flower, by Emily Dickinson

With a Flower

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,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness.

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568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

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

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.