Emily Dickinson - Letter 379 (late 1872) - no ms. Louise Norcross lyrics

... How short it takes to go, dear, but afterward to come so many weary years - and yet 'tis done as cool as a general trifle. Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. Of all these things we tried to talk, but the time refused us. Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies. Do you remember what you said the night you came to me? I secure that sentence. If I should see your face no more it will be your portrait, and if I should, more vivid than your mortal face. We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg. A word left careless on a page May consecrate an eye, When folded in perpetual seam The wrinkled author lie. Emily.