Emily Dickinson - Letter 378 (autumn 1872) Susan Gilbert Dickinson lyrics

My Sue, Loo and Fanny will come tonight, but need that make a difference? Space is as the Presence - A narrow Fellow in the Gra** Occasionally rides - You may have met him? Did you not His notice instant is - The Gra** divides as with a Comb - A Spotted Shaft is seen, And then it closes at your Feet And opens further on - He likes a Boggy Acre - A Floor too cool for Corn - But when a Boy and Barefoot I more than once at Noon Have pa**ed I thought a Whip Lash Unbraiding in the Sun When stooping to secure it It wrinkled and was gone - Several of Nature's People I know and they know me I feel for them a transport Of Cordiality But never met this Fellow Attended or alone Without a tighter Breathing And Zero at the Bone. Emily -