(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred;

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.

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.......wonderful poem, love the personification ★