Emily Dickinson - Letter 312 (early December 1865) Susan Gilbert Dickinson lyrics

Sister, We both are Women, and there is a Will of God - Could the Dying confide d**h, there would be no Dead - Wedlock is shyer than d**h. Thank you for Tenderness - I find it is the only food that the Will takes, nor that from general fingers. I am glad you go - It does not remove you. I seek you first in Amherst, then turn my thoughts without a Whip - so well they follow you - An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me - With them would Harbor be -