Love — thou art Veiled — A few — behold thee — Smile — and alter — and prattle — and die — Bliss — were an Oddity — without thee — Nicknamed by God —… - Emily Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

It's all I have to bring today — This, and my heart beside — This, and my heart, and all the fields — And all the meadows wide — Be sure you count — should I forget
Some one the sum could tell — This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.