Emily Dickinson

So Bashful When I Spied Her!

poem 91

So bashful when I spied her! So pretty so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find So breathless till I passed here So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the Dingle For whom I betrayed the Dell Many, will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!

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