With a Flower

VII. WITH A FLOWER.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"If you were coming in the fall"	Proof

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