VII.
WITH A FLOWER.
Emily Dickinson
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
There's another one! Go out and read some poetry today and let's celebrate the art of writing!