Just contemplating this poem. We are singing the Eric Whitacre arrangement of this in Chorale this semester.
Emily Dickenson
Part Three: LoveVII
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.
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