I hav'nt told my garden yet - Lest that should conquer me. I hav'nt quite the strength now To break it to the Bee - I will not name it in the street For shops w'd 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 -.
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