Emily Dickinson - Letter 319 (9 June 1866) T. W. Higginson lyrics

Amherst Dear friend Please to thank the Lady. She is very gentle to care. I must omit Boston. Father prefers so. He likes me to travel with him but objects that I visit. Might I entrust you, as my Guest to the Amherst Inn? When I have seen you, to improve will be better pleasure because I shall know which are the mistakes. Your opinion gives me a serious feeling. I would like to be what you deem me. Thank you, I wish for Carlo. Time is a test of trouble But not a remedy - If such it prove - it prove too There was no malady. Still I have the Hill, my Gibraltar remnant. Nature, seems it to myself, plays without a friend. You mention Immortality. That is the Flood subject. I was told that the Bank was the safest place for a Finless mind. I explore but little since my mute Confederate, yet the "infinite Beauty" - of which you speak comes too near to seek. To escape enchantment, one must always flee. Paradise is of the option. Whosoever will Own in Eden notwithstanding Adam, and Repeal. Dickinson.