Mr Higginson,
Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?
The Mind is so near itself - it cannot see, distinctly - and I have none to ask -
Should you think it breathed - and had you the leisure to tell me, I should feel quick gratitude -
If I make the mistake - that you dared to tell me - would give me sincerer honor - toward you -
I enclose my name - asking you, if you please - Sir - to tell me what is true?
That you will not betray me - it is needless to ask - since Honor is it's own pawn -