Dear friend,

I dream

of your little

Girl three successive

Nights – I hope

nothing affronts

her –

To see her is

a Picture –

To hear her is

a Tune –

To know her, a

disparagement of

every other Boon –

To know her

not, Affliction –

 

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To own her fora Friend

A warmth as near

as if the Sun

Were shining in

your Hand –

Lest she miss

her ′′Squirrels,′′ I send

her little Playmates

I met in Yesterday′s

Storm – the lovely

first that came –

 

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