letters from dickinson to sarah tuckerman
The Gray Afternoon --the sweet knock, and the ebbing voice of the Boys are a pictorial Memory -- and then the Little Bins and the Purple Kernels -- t'was like the Larder of a Doll --
To the inditing Heart we wish no sigh had come --
Sweet Pirate of the Heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some Spice's Mutiny --
Some Attar's perfidy>
Confide in me.
thomas johnson's note on letter 745 | index to dickinson/s. tuckerman letters
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