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Baffled for just a day or two—
Embarrassed—not afraid—
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.
She beckons, and the woods start—
She nods, and all begin—
Surely, such a country
I was never in!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Fitter To See Him, I May Be
- As Watchers Hang Upon The East
- Dust Is The Only Secret
- All Circumstances Are The Frame
- To Wait An Hour—is Long