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.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

To shut your eyes is to travel.