And so...the Snowdrops

I Haven't Told My Garden Yet

I haven't told my garden yet—

Lest that should conquer me.

I haven't quite the strength now

To break it to the Bee—

I will not name it in the street

For shops would stare at me—

That one so shy—so 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 today—

Emily Dickinson