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Dear friend –

I bring

you a chill

Gift – My Cricket –

and the Snow –

A base return

indeed, for the

delightful Book,

which I infer

from you, but

an earnest one –

Further in Summer
than the Birds –
Pathetic from the
Grass

A minor Nation
celebrates
It′s unobtrusive
Mass –
No Ordinance be
seen –
So gradual the
Grace
A gentle Custom
it becomes –
Enlarging Loneliness –

Antiquest felt
at Noon
When August
burning low
Arise this Spec-
tral Canticle

Repose to
typify –
Remit as yet
no Grace –
No furrow on
the Glow –
But a Druidic
Difference
Enhances Nature
now –

With thanks,

E. Dickinson –

September 17, 2022

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