Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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!

1. Good Night! Which Put the Candle out?
2. Playmates
3. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
4. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
5. The First Lesson

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