early spring 1877

Dear friend.

I cannot let the Grass come without remembering you, and half resent my rapid Feet, when they are not your's - The power to fly is sweet, though one defer the flying, as Liberty is Joy, though never used.

I give you half my Birds - upon the sweet condition that you will bring them back - yourself, and dwell a Day with me, and Bliss without a price, I earned myself of Nature -

Of whose electric Adjunct
Not anything is known -
Thought it's unique Momentum
Inebriate our own.

How could I find the way to you and Mr Higginson without a Vane, or any Road?

They might not need me - yet they might -
I'll let my Heart be just in sight -
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity -