Most of our Moments are Moments of Preface-"Seven Weeks" is a long Life - if it is all lived -
The little Memoir was very touching. I am sorry she was not willing to stay-
The flight of such a fraction takes all our Numbers Home-
"Room for one more" was a plea for Heaven-
I misunderstood-Heaven must be a lone exchange for such a parentage-
These sudden intimacies with Immortality, are expanse-not Peace-as Lightning at our feet, instills a foreign Landscape. Thank you for the Portrait-it is beautiful, but intimidating-I shall pick "May flowers" more furtively, and feel new awe of "Moonlight."
The route of your little Fugitive must be a tender wonder - and yet
A Dimple in the TombYour Scholar-