Fresher than dawn in joy of earliest bird has broken
Or latest star forsakes the waking choir
Stronger than Summer Sun which draws the heart
of waiting earth
With its ripening fire;
Tenderer Solemner than evening when the holy-tinted West
And Heaven unto
Art thou white-robed Fidelity! May Death's
At thine embrace in vain!
H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9
[upside down at bottom of page:]
Come mete me out my loneliness O wind
For I would know
How far the living who must stay behind
Are from the dead who go.
[at 90 degree angle: B/Wellesley]
Papers of Susan Dickinson,
Brown University Libraries
Fresher, than dawn our joy of earliest
Bird has broke the Night.
Or lastest star has paled.
Stronger, than Summer Sun which draws
Unto it's fire.
Tenderer, than evening when the hope-
tinted West brings Love and Heaven to
Hungry wearied souls - art thou
White-robed Fidelity -
May death's steel fingers pick at thy
Embrace in vain -
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Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved
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Last updated on January 23, 2008