To my quick ear the Leaves-conferred

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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-begun to tell-
Creation seemed a mighty Crack-
To make me visible-

Last updated June 21, 2015