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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 meAlmost a loneliness.

For the one ship that struts the shoreMany’s the gallant—overwhelmed CreatureNodding in Navies nevermore—

His Merit—all my fear—Contrasting which, my qualityDo lowlier—appear—Lest I should insufficient proveFor His beloved Need—The Chiefest ApprehensionUpon my thronging Mind—‘Tis true—that Deity to stoopInherently incline—For nothing higher than ItselfItself can rest upon—So I—the undivine abodeOf His Elect Content—Conform my Soul—as ’twere a Church,Unto Her Sacrament—

Yet confident they runAm I, from symptoms that are pastAnd Series that are done—I find my feet have further Goals—I smile upon the AimsThat felt so ample—Yesterday—Today’s—have vaster claims—I do not doubt the self I wasWas competent to me—But something awkward in the fit—Proves that—outgrown—I see—

Means Dominion –Warms some poor nameThat never felt the Sun,Gently replacingIn oblivion –

I was not called—Death did not notice me.I bring my Rose.I plight again,By every sainted Bee—By Daisy called from hillside—by Bobolink from lane.Blossom and I—Her oath, and mine—Will surely come again.