about October 1870
The Riddle that we guessThe Risks of Immortality are perhaps its' charm - A secure Delight suffers in enchantment -
The larger Haunted House it seems, of maturer Childhood - distant, an alarm - entered intimate at last as a neighbor's Cottage -
The Spirit said unto the DustThose of that renown personally precious, harrow like a Sunset, proved but not obtained -
Tennyson knew this, "Ah Christ - if it be possible" and even in Our Lord's ["]that they be with me where I am," I taste interrogation.
Experiment escorts us last -You speak of "tameless tastes" - A Beggar came last week - I gave him Food and Fire and as he went, "Where do you go,"
"In all the directions" -
That was what you meant
Too happy Time dissolves itselfI was much refreshed by your strong Letter -
Thank you for Greatness - I will have deserved it in a longer time!
I thought I spoke to you of the shadow -
It affects me -
This was still another -
I saw it's notice in the Papers just before you came - Is there a magazinine called the "Woman's Journal"? I think it was said to be in that - a Gate, or Door, or Latch -
Someone called me suddenly, and I never found it -
You told me Mrs Lowell was Mr Lowell's "inspiration" What is inspiration?
You place the truth in opposite - because the fear is mine, dear friend, and the power your's -
With the Kingdom of Heaven on his knee, could Mr Emerson hesitate?
"Suffer little Children" -
Could you not come without the Lecture, if the project failed?