Emily Dickinson - Letter 370 (about 1872) Mrs. J. G. Holland lyrics

That so trifling a Creature grieve any I could hardly suppose - though with Love all things are possible. Thanking you tenderly as a child for a sweet favor I can never go. This will not retard my place in Affection will it? I shall still be mentioned when the children come? Some must seem a Traitor, not because it is, but it's Truth belie it. Andre had not died had he lived Today. Only Love can wound - Only Love a**ist the Wound. Worthier let us be of this Ample Creature. If my Crescent fail you, try me in the Moon - This will make no difference in the daily dearness? You will keep the same Face and myself no other Heart, with the slight repairs Thought and Nature make - In adequate Music there is a Major and a Minor - Should there not also be a Private? Good Night - I am going to sleep if the Rat permit me - I hear him singing now to the Tune of a Nut. I could wish to know, be it by a Trifle, that you name me still. Emily.