To my quick ear the leaves conferred;

To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
  The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
  From Nature's sentinels.

In cave if I presumed to hide,
  The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
  To make me visible.

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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