At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

I tasted life.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

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.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.