I Could Not Prove The Years Had

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious

What Soft--cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen Are-- One Would As Soon Assault A Plush-- Or Violate A Star

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.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To Surprise.