Sister,
	We both are 
Women, and there 
is a Will of God - 
Could the Dying 
confide Death, 
there would be no 
Dead - Wedlock 
is shyer than Death.  
Thank you for 
Tenderness -
I find it is the only 
food that the Will 

takes, nor that 
from general fingers.
I am glad you go  -
It does not remove 
you.  I seek you 
first in Amherst, 
then turn my 
thoughts without 
a Whip - so well 
they follow you -
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me -
With them would Harbor 
be -