91 <br /> <br />So bashful when I spied her! <br />So pretty—so ashamed! <br />So hidden in her leaflets <br />Lest anybody find— <br /> <br />So breathless till I passed here— <br />So helpless when I turned <br />And bore her struggling, blushing, <br />Her simple haunts beyond! <br /> <br />For whom I robbed the Dingle— <br />For whom I betrayed the Dell— <br />Many, will doubtless ask me, <br />But I shall never tell!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-bashful-when-i-spied-her/
