To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Forgive the Tears that fell for few, but that few too many, for was not each a World?
Your last dear words seemed stronger, and smiling in the feeling that you were to be, this latest sorrow came - I hope your own are with you, and may not be taken - I hope there is no Dart advancing or in store -
Quite empty, quite at rest,Do you remember writing to us you should "write with the Robins?" They are writing now their Desk in every passing Tree, but the Magic of Mates that cannot hear them, makes their Letters dim -
Vinnie described it all - The going up to take Medicine and forgetting to return - How many times I have taken that very Medicine myself, with lasting benefit! The Jelly and the pink Cheek, the little clutchings at her frame, to make the grace secure, that had too many Wings - Vinnie omitted nothing, and I followed her around, never hearing enough of that mysterious interview, for was it not a lips from the irrevocable?
Within that little HiveEmily.