Emily Dickinson - Going to Him! Happy letter! lyrics

Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him Tell Him the page I didn't write Tell Him — I only said the Syntax And left the Verb and the pronoun out Tell Him just how the fingers hurried Then — how they waded — slow — slow And then you wished you had eyes in your pages So you could see what moved them so Tell Him — it wasn't a Practised Writer You guessed — from the way the sentence toiled You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you As if it held but the might of a child You almost pitied it — you — it worked so Tell Him — no — you may quibble there For it would split His Heart, to know it And then you and I, were silenter Tell Him — Night finished — before we finished And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"! And you — got sleepy — and begged to be ended What could it hinder so — to say? Tell Him — just how she sealed you — Cautious! But — if He ask where you are hid Until tomorrow — Happy letter! Gesture Coquette — and shake your Head!