Emily Dickinson - Letter 400 (1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross lyrics

... I think of your little parlor as the poets once thought of Windermere, - peace, sunshine, and books. There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away Nor any coursers - like a page Of prancing poetry - This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll, How frugal is the chariot That bears the human soul.