All the letters I can write | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 73 (Fr380B)

ca. 1862, summer

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 19)

On laid, cream, blue-ruled stationery, embossed G. & T. within a decorated vertical oval

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

Or +Amulets of Pine –

 

And then to dwell in

Sovereign Barns,

And dream the Days away,

The Grass so little has to

do,

I wish I were a Hay –

 

+ laid asleep + to sleep –

+ Spikenards perishing.

All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this –
Syllables of Velvet –
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee –
Play it were a Humming Bird –
And just sipped – me –