To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred

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Title:     To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by 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 began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred

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