I HAVE NOT TOLD MY GARDEN YET

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

      HAVE not told my garden yet,
      Lest that should conquer me;
      I have not quite the strength now
      To break it to the bee.
       
      I will not name it in the street,
      For shops would stare, that I,
      So shy, so very ignorant,
      Should have the face to die.
       
      The hillsides must not know it,
      Where I have rambled so,
      Nor tell the loving forests
      The day that I shall go,
       
      Nor lisp it at the table,
      Nor heedless by the way
      Hint that within the riddle
      One will walk to-day!

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