To Emily Dickinson
Here comes the line I promised to send - we had a fine noon on Mt. Holyoke yesterday - and took the 5 o clk train to Springfield -; but there, Mr. jackson found a telegram from New York which compelled him to go on without stopping here - and so I came alone to Mr. Warners, which was a disappointment.
Now - will you send me the poem? No - will you let me send the "Success" - which I know by heart - to Roberts Bros for the Masque of Poets? If you will, it will give me a great pleasure. I ask it as a personal favor to myself - Can you refuse the only thing I perhaps shall ever ask at your hands?