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. 

-- Emily Dickinson, (1830-86)

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