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—begun to tell—
Creation seemed a mighty Crack—
To make me visible—
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-quick-ear-the-leaves-conferred-2/
