Emily Dickinson - Letter 217 (late April 1860) - no ms. Lavinia N. Dickinson lyrics

Vinnie - I can't believe it, when your letters come, saying what Aunt Lavinia said "just before she died." Blessed Aunt Lavinia now; all the world goes out, and I see nothing but her room, and angels bearing her into those great countries in the blue sky of which we don't know anything. Then I sob and cry till I can hardly see my way 'round the house again; and then sit still and wonder if she sees us now, if she sees me, who said that she "loved Emily." Oh! Vinnie, it is dark and strange to think of summer afterward! How she loved the summer! The birds keep singing just the same. Oh! The thoughtless birds! Poor little Loo! Poor Fanny! You must comfort them. If you were with me, Vinnie, we could talk about her together. And I thought she would live I wanted her to live so, I thought she could not die! To think how still she lay while I was making the little loaf, and fastening her flowers! Did you get my letter in time to tell her how happy I would be to do what she requested? Mr. Brady is coming to-morrow to bring arbutus for her. Dear little aunt! Will she look down? You must tell me all you can think about her. Did she carry my little bouquet? So many broken-hearted people have got to hear the birds sing, and see all the little flowers grow, just the same as if the sun hadn't stopped shining forever! ... How I wish I could comfort you! How I wish you could comfort me, who weep at what I did not see and never can believe. I will try and share you a little longer, but it is so long, Vinnie. We didn't think, that morning when I wept that you left me, and you, for other things, that we should weep more bitterly before we saw each other. Well, she is safer now than "we know or even think." Tired little aunt, sleeping ne'er so peaceful! Tuneful little aunt, singing, as we trust, hymns than which the robins have no sweeter ones. Good-night, broken hearts, Loo, and Fanny, and Uncle Loring. Vinnie, remember Sister