Emily Dickinson - Letter 321 (late November 1866?) - no ms. Mrs. J. G. Holland lyrics

Sister, A mutual plum is not a plum. I was too respectful to take the pulp and do not like a stone. Send no union letters. The soul must go by d**h alone, so, it must by life, if it is a soul. If a committee - no matter. I saw the sunrise on the Alps since I saw you. Travel why to Nature, when she dwells with us? Those who lift their hats shall see her, as devout do God. I trust you are merry and sound. The chances are all against the dear, when we are not with them, though paws of principalities cannot affront if we are by. Dr. Vaill called here Monday on his way to your house to get the Doctor to preach for him. Shall search The Republican for a brief of the sermon. Today is very homely and awkward as the homely are who have not mental beauty. The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How someone treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.