Letter 247 (about 11 January 1862) Samuel Bowles Emily Dickinson

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Letter 247 (about 11 January 1862) Samuel Bowles" от Emily Dickinson. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

Dear friend.

Are you willing? I am so far from Land - To offer you the cup - it might some Sabbath come my turn - Of wine how solemn - full!

Did you get Doubloons - did you vote upon "Robert"? You said you would come in "Febuary." Only three weeks more to wait at the Gate!

While you are sick - we - are homesick - Do you look out tonight? The Moon rides like a Girl - through a Topaz Town - I dont think we shall ever be merry again - you are ill so long -

When did the Dark happen?

I skipped a page - tonight - because I come so often - now - I might have tired you.

That page is fullest - tho'. Vinnie sends her love. I think Father and Mother care a great deal for you - and hope you may be well. When you tire with pain - to know that eyes would cloud, in Amherst - might that comfort - some?

Emily.

We never forget Mary -