Emily Dickinson - 38 lyrics

Thursday noon. Were it not for the weather Susie - my little, unwelcome face would come peering in today - I should steal a kiss from the sister - the darling Rover returned - Thank the wintry wind my dear one - that spares such daring intrusion! Dear Susie - happy Susie - I rejoice in all your Joy - sustained by that dear sister you will never again be lonely. Dont forget all the little friends who have tried so hard to be sisters, when indeed you were alone! You do not hear the wind blow on this inclement day, when the world is shrugging it's shoulders - your little "Columbarium is lined with warmth and softness," there is no "silence" there - so you differ from bonnie "Alice." I miss one angel face in the little world of sisters - dear Mary - sainted Mary - Remember lonely one - tho, she comes not to us, we shall return to her! My love to both your sisters - and I want so much to see Matty. Very aff yours, Emily