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So Bashful When I Spied Her!

Emily Dickinson

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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!

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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