Letter 282 (about 1863 - Franklin: late 1862) T. W. Higginson Emily Dickinson
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Amherst
Dear friend -
You were so generous to me, that if possible I offended you, I could not too deeply apologize.
To doubt my High Behavior, is a new pain - I could be honorable no more - till I asked you about it. I know not what to deem myself -
Yesterday "Your Scholar" - but might I be the one you tonight, forgave, 'tis a Better Honor - Mine is but just the Thief's Request -
Please, Sir, Hear
"Barabbas" -
The possibility to pass
Without a Moment's Bell -
Into Conjecture's presence -
Is like a face of steel
That suddenly looks into our's
With a Metallic Grin -
The Cordiality of Death
Who Drills his welcome - in -
Dear friend -
You were so generous to me, that if possible I offended you, I could not too deeply apologize.
To doubt my High Behavior, is a new pain - I could be honorable no more - till I asked you about it. I know not what to deem myself -
Yesterday "Your Scholar" - but might I be the one you tonight, forgave, 'tis a Better Honor - Mine is but just the Thief's Request -
Please, Sir, Hear
"Barabbas" -
The possibility to pass
Without a Moment's Bell -
Into Conjecture's presence -
Is like a face of steel
That suddenly looks into our's
With a Metallic Grin -
The Cordiality of Death
Who Drills his welcome - in -
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