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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 33 of 446 · First Series: Love

With A Flower

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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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