Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
LXX
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| SO bashful when I spied her, | |
| So pretty, so ashamed! | |
| So hidden in her leaflets, | |
| Lest anybody find; | |
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| So breathless till I passed her, | 5 |
| So helpless when I turned | |
| And bore her, struggling, blushing, | |
| Her simple haunts beyond! | |
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| For whom I robbed the dingle, | |
| For whom betrayed the dell, | 10 |
| Many will doubtless ask me, | |
| But I shall never tell! | |
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