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.

 

- Emily Dickinson

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One

Edited by two of her friends Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson