I dreaded that first Robin, so, | Affiliated Manuscripts

A 85-1/2 (Fr347A)

ca. 1862, summer

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 17)

On laid, cream, lightly-ruled stationery, embossed with a flower within a decorated horizontal oval

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I′m some accustomed to Him
grown,
He hurts a little, though –

I thought if I could only live
Till that first Shout got by –
Not all the Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me –

I dared not meet the Daffodils –
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own –

I wished the Grass would hurry –
So when ′twas time to see –
He′d be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch to look at me –