50 <br /> <br />I haven't told my garden yet— <br />Lest that should conquer me. <br />I haven't quite the strength now <br />To break it to the Bee— <br /> <br />I will not name it in the street <br />For shops would stare at me— <br />That one so shy—so ignorant <br />Should have the face to die. <br /> <br />The hillsides must not know it— <br />Where I have rambled so— <br />Nor tell the loving forests <br />The day that I shall go— <br /> <br />Nor lisp it at the table— <br />Nor heedless by the way <br />Hint that within the Riddle <br />One will walk today—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-haven-t-told-my-garden-yet/
