To my quick ear the Leavesconferred
The Bushesthey were Bells
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels
In Cave if I presumed to hide
The Wallsbegun to tell
Creation seemed a mighty Crack
To make me visible
To my quick ear the Leavesconferred
The Bushesthey were Bells
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels
In Cave if I presumed to hide
The Wallsbegun to tell
Creation seemed a mighty Crack
To make me visible
© Emily Dickinson