To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner’s lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.