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XIX. "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 her,

So helpless when I turned

And bore her, struggling, blushing,

Her simple haunts beyond!


For whom I robbed the dingle,

For whom betrayed the dell,

Many will doubtless ask me,

But I shall never tell!

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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