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.

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One

Edited by two of her friends

Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson

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