Today this is my favourite ,but tomorrow who could say it?
I haven't told my garden yet-
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to Bee-
I will not name 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-