Dust is the only Secret. | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 16 (Fr166B)

ca. 1860, spring

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 8)

On wove, cream, lightly-ruled stationery, embossed PARSONS | PAPER | CO. within a decorated vertical oval

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

If some loving Antiquary,

On Resumption Morn,

Will not cry with joy, ′′Pompeii′′!

To the Hills return!

Dust is the only Secret.
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his ′′native town.′′

 

Nobody knew ′′his Father′′ –
Never was a Boy –
Had′nt any playmates,
Or ′′Early history′′ –

 

Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!