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.
From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One
Edited by two of her friends Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson