To my quick ear the Leaves—conferred— <br />The Bushes—they were Bells— <br />I could not find a Privacy <br />From Nature's sentinels— <br /> <br />In Cave if I presumed to hide <br />The Walls—begun to tell— <br />Creation seemed a mighty Crack— <br />To make me visible—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-quick-ear-the-leaves-conferred-2/
