The only secret people keep is immortality.
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
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 is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.