473 <br /> <br />I am ashamed—I hide— <br />What right have I—to be a Bride— <br />So late a Dowerless Girl— <br />Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face— <br />No one to teach me that new Grace— <br />Nor introduce—my Soul— <br /> <br />Me to adorn—How—tell— <br />Trinket—to make Me beautiful— <br />Fabrics of Cashmere— <br />Never a Gown of Dun—more— <br />Raiment instead—of Pompadour— <br />For Me—My soul—to wear— <br /> <br />Fingers—to frame my Round Hair <br />Oval—as Feudal Ladies wore— <br />Far Fashions—Fair— <br />Skill to hold my Brow like an Earl— <br />Plead—like a Whippoorwill— <br />Prove—like a Pearl— <br />Then, for Character— <br />Fashion My Spirit quaint—white— <br />Quick—like a Liquor— <br />Gay—like Light— <br />Bring Me my best Pride— <br />No more ashamed— <br />No more to hide— <br />Meek—let it be—too proud—for Pride— <br />Baptized—this Day—a Bride—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-ashamed-i-hide/
