Going to Him! Happy letter! Emily Dickinson

Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him
Tell Him the page I didn't write
Tell Him — I only said the Syntax
And left the Verb and the pronoun out
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried
Then — how they waded — slow — slow
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages
So you could see what moved them so

Tell Him — it wasn't a Practised Writer
You guessed — from the way the sentence toiled
You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you
As if it held but the might of a child
You almost pitied it — you — it worked so
Tell Him — no — you may quibble there
For it would split His Heart, to know it
And then you and I, were silenter

Tell Him — Night finished — before we finished
And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"!
And you — got sleepy — and begged to be ended
What could it hinder so — to say?
Tell Him — just how she sealed you — Cautious!
But — if He ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow — Happy letter!
Gesture Coquette — and shake your Head!