Emily Dickinson: So Bashful When I Spied Her

Emily Dickinson

(1830-1886)

So Bashful When I Spied Her

 

So bashful when I spied her,

So pretty, so ashamed!

So hidden in her leaflets,

Lest anybody find;

 

So breathless till I passed her,

So helpless when I turned

And bore her, struggling, blushing,

Her simple haunts beyond!

 

For whom I robbed the dingle,

For whom betrayed the dell,

Many will doubtless ask me,

But I shall never tell!

 

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