Wonder is not precisely knowing.
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.
I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.
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.