Emily Bonus

I like this one:

A door just opened on a street–
I, lost, was passing by–
An instant's width of warmth disclosed,
And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by–
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.

This one sounds like a Mom kind of poem (?):

I haven't told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to the bee.
I will not name it in the street,
For shops would stare at me–
That one so shy, so ignorant–
Should have the face to die.
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go–
Nor lisp it at the table–
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk today!