letters from dickinson to bowles

To Samuel Bowles
From ED

late March 1862?

Dear Mr. Bowles.

Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To mind it!
How sweet it would have tasted!
Just a drop!
Was God so economical?
His table's spread too high
Except we dine on tiptoe!
Crumbs fit such little mouths -
Cherries - suit Robins -
The Eagle's golden breakfast - dazzles them!
God keep his vow to "Sparrows,"
Who of little love - know how to starve!


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