My friend must be a Bird – | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 1 (Fr71A)

ca. 1859, spring

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 3)

On laid, greenish-white, lightly-ruled stationery, embossed SUPERFINE above a shield

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty – so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find –

 

So breathless till I passed her –
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!

 

For whom I robbed the Dingle –
For whom betrayed the Dell –
Many, will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!

My friend must be a Bird –
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be –
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!