letters from dickinson to samuel bowles (the younger)
A Tree your Father gave me, bore this priceless flower.
Would you accept to because of him
Who abdicated Ambush
And went the way of Dusk,
And now against his subtle Name
There stands an Asterisk
As confident of him as we -
Impregnable we are -
The whole of Immortality
Secreted in a Star.
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