I haven't told my garden yet -- Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break it to the Bee -- I will not name it in the street For shops would 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 --
This poem's meaning is kind of confusing to me but I got the impression that she was talking about death and dying young, it seems like she was really sick when she was writing this saying she didn't have the heart to break it to the bee. I also think she is talking a little bit about religion and about how she's almost excited to see whats next.
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