“So Bashful When I Spied Her,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    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!