Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...
Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
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.