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 –
¦
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 –
Forever honored
be the Tree whose
Apple winter-worn –
Enticed to Break-
fast from the Sky
Two Gabriels
¦
Yester Morn –
They registered in
Nature′s Book
As Robins, Sire
and Son,
But Angels have
that modest way
To screen them from
renown –
¦
Dear friends
I cannot tint
in Carbon
nor embroider
Brass, but
send you a
homespun –
rustic picture
I certainly saw
Saturday in ↓ at ↑
the <hight>
<of> <the> <storm>
terrific storm
Please excuse
my needlework –
↪ awful storm
__________
If you have
any doubt as
to its Authenticity
I sent Oats
to the same
Guests by
I cannot tint
in Carbon
nor embroider
Brass, but
send you a
homespun –
rustic picture
I certainly saw
Saturday in ↓ at ↑
the <hight>
<of> <the> <storm>
terrific storm
Please excuse
my needlework –
↪ awful storm
__________
If you have
any doubt as
to its Authenticity
I sent Oats
to the same
Guests by
the man at
the Barn and
received their
Acknowledgments –
the Barn and
received their
Acknowledgments –
Thomas
Niles
Niles
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