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

... 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.