Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

So Bashful When I Spied Her! - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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 here—
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!

For whom I robbed the Dingle—
For whom I betrayed the Dell—
Many, will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!


Comments about So Bashful When I Spied Her! by Emily Dickinson

  • Susan Williams (2/1/2016 3:52:00 PM)


    Emily! I think you're talking about Eve here- after she had fallen because she's hiding herself in leaflets, ashamed to be naked before her Creator. But Eve went willingly down that path so I wonder at her bashfulness- - (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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