Poems ✍️
  22.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

So Bashful When I Spied Her!

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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!


  shyness secrecy Nature innocence

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