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dickinson-series01_066-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_066-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	61	3	84	Poem XIX. So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the dingle, For whom betrayed the dell, Many will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!	cache/dickinson-series01_066-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_066-1890.txt
