early 1885

Dear friend -

But of what shall I first speak - the beautiful Child, or its deep Possessor, or the little "Book" it is famine to read till I have obtained it -

Thank you for the Grave - empty and full - too -
As I asked a common Alms and in my wondering Hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, and I bewildered stand.
As if I asked the Orient had it for me a Morn,
And it should lift it's Purple Dikes, and shatter me with Dawn -

Your Letter much impressed me - Your every suggestion is Dimension Thought is the Knock which