about 1880

Will the little Hands that have brought me so much tenderness, the sweet Hands, in which a Bird would love to lie, the Fingers that knew no estrangement except the Gulf of Down - will such enfold a Daphne?

Almost I trust they will, yet trust is such a shelving word - Part of our treasures are denied us - part of them provisoed, like Bequests available far hence - part of them we partake?

Which, dear, are divinest?

Emily -