"So bashful when I spied her"

XIX.

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 !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"Angels in the early morning"	Two Worlds

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