A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

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

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

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.

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

My business is circumference.