Dickinson, Emily: So bashful when I spied her, 91

So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so ashamed !
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find ;

So breathless till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond !

For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell !