So Bashful When I Spied Her!, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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 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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So Bashful When I Spied Her!

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