The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

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.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.