Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson

        I HAVE NOT TOLD MY GARDEN YET

    

            HAVE not told my garden yet,
            Lest that should conquer me;
            I have not quite the strength now
            To break it to the bee.
            
            I will not name it in the street,
            For shops would stare, that I,
            So shy, so very ignorant,
            Should have the face to die.
            
            The hillsides must not know it,
            Where I have rambled so,
            Nor tell the loving forests
            The day that I shall go,
            
            Nor lisp it at the table,
            Nor heedless by the way
            Hint that within the riddle
            One will walk to-day!