April 1885

Dear friend.

The flower for which your Brother cared, resumes it's Siren Circuit, and choosing a few for his Name's sake, I enclose them to you - perhaps for some far site he overlooks their transit, and smiles at the beatitudes so recently his own - Ephemeral - Eternal Heart!

I hope you are in health, and that the fragile Father has every peace that years possess.

My Sister's tender interest.

We think of your small Mansion with unabated warmth, though is not any Mansion vast, that contains a Father?

That this beloved Spring inspirit both yourself and him, is our exceeding wish.

E. Dickinson.