Emily Dickinson - Letter 288 (Cambridge, about 1864 - Franklin: about 1865) (1) Susan Gilbert Dickinson lyrics

Sweet Sue, There is no first, or last, in Forever - It is Centre, there, all the time - To believe - is enough, and the right of supposing - Take back that "Bee" and "bu*tercup" - I have no Field for them, though for the Woman whom I prefer, Here is Festival - When my Hands are cut, Her fingers will be found inside - Our beautiful Neighbor "moved" in May - It leaves an Unimportance. Take the Key to the Lily, now, and I will lock the Rose -