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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Two: Love 7. I hide myself within my flower

WITH A 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.