Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

I Hide Myself Within My 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.

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