No Rose, yet felt myself a'bloom, | Affiliated Manuscripts

A 828 (Fr190A)

ca. 1861, summer

Ink + Pencil | Fair copy, with revisions | Unbound (loose sheets/leaves)

On laid, cream, blue-ruled stationery, embossed with a queen's head above the letter L in a decorative frame

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

Master.

If you saw a bullet

hit a Bird – and he told you

he was′nt shot – you might weep

at his courtesy, but you would

certainly doubt his word –

One drop more from the gash

that stains your Daisy′s

bosom – then would you believe?

Thomas′ faith in Anatomy – was

stronger than his faith in faith.

God made me – <Sir –Master I did′nt

be – myself – <He>I dont know how

it was done – He built the

heart in me – Bye and bye

it outgrew me – and like

the little mother – with the

big child – I got tired

holding him – I heard of a

thing called ′′Redemption′′ – which

rested men and women –