Emily Dickinson - Letter 382 (winter 1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross lyrics

... I know I love my friends - I feel it far in here where neither blue nor black eye goes, and fingers cannot reach. I know 'tis love for them that sets the blister in my throat, many time a day, when winds go sweeter than their wont, or a different cloud puts my brain from home. I can not see my soul, but know 'tis there - Nor ever say his house, nor furniture - Who has invited me with him to dwell; But a confiding guest, consult as well, What raiment honor him the most, That I be adequately dressed - For he insures to none Lest men specifical adorn - Procuring him perpetual drest By dating it a sudden feast. - Love for the glad if you know them, for the sad if they know you.