early May 1883

Dear Nellie.

I have long been a Lunatic on Bulbs, though screened by my friends, as Lunacy on any theme is better undivulged, but Emerson's intimacy with his "Bee" only immortalized him -

They came in happy safety, and rest in their subterranean Home - "Remembrance faithful to her trust, brings" us "in beauty from the Dust," their divine prospective - Smitten by the sweetness, I only can take those wasted words "Thank you," on my lips.

We shall tenderly think of you in the foreign Home.

Were affection dependent on location, this would be an anonymous World.

The Apple Trees lend Vinnie Blssoms which she lends to me, and I pay no interest, their rosy Bank in need of none, and the Woods lend Austin Trilliums, shared in the same way - If you will lift your little Hands I will surely fill them, though not agree to let them go, but to that, your Lovers would not consent -

Your great Neighbor the Ocean, will see you oftener than I, and I am jealous already of his Morning calls -

Alice's call is still remembered - and a glance from Nettie in Hyacinth time.

Emily, with love -