Emily Dickinson - Letter 282 (about 1863 - Franklin: late 1862) T. W. Higginson lyrics

Amherst Dear friend - You were so generous to me, that if possible I offended you, I could not too deeply apologize. To doubt my High Behavior, is a new pain - I could be honorable no more - till I asked you about it. I know not what to deem myself - Yesterday "Your Scholar" - but might I be the one you tonight, forgave, 'tis a Better Honor - Mine is but just the Thief's Request - Please, Sir, Hear "Barabbas" - The possibility to pa** Without a Moment's Bell - Into Conjecture's presence - Is like a face of steel That suddenly looks into our's With a Metallic Grin - The Cordiality of d**h Who Drills his welcome - in -