late May 1874
I thought that being a Poem one's self precluded the writing Poems, but perceive the Mistake. It seemed like going Home, to see your beautiful thought once more, now so long forbade it- Is it Intellect that the Patriot means when he speaks of his "Native Land"? I should have feared to "quote" to you what you "most valued."
You have experienced sanctity.
It is to me untried.
Of Life to own-You kindly ask for my Blossoms and Books‹I have read but a little recently‹Existence has overpowered Books. Today, I slew a Mushroom -
I felt as if the Grass was pleasedThe broadest words are so narrow we can easily cross them-but there is water deeper than those which has no Bridge. My Brother and Sisters would love to see you. Twice, you have gone - Master -
Would you but once come‹