1885

Dear friends.

Had I not known I was not asleep, I should have feared I dreamed, so blissful was their beauty, but Day and they demurred.

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, and I am richer then, than all my fellowmen. Is it becoming me, to dwell so wealthily, when at my very door Are those possessing more, in boundless poverty?

With joyous thanks,

E. Dickinson.