late September 1882
That without suspecting it you should send me the preferred flower of life, seems almost supernatural, and the sweet glee that I felt at meeting it, I could confide to none. I still cherish the clutch with which I bore it from the ground when a wondering Child, an unearthly booty, and maturity only enhances mystery, never decreases it. To duplicate the Vision is almost more amazing, for God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise. I know not how to thank you. We do not thank the Rainbow, although it's Trophy is a snare. To give delight is hallowed - perhaps the toil of Angels, whose avocations are concealed - I trust that you are well, and the quaint little Girl with the deep Eyes, every day more fathomless. With joy, E. Dickinson.
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