Emily Dickinson — Letter 216 1860? Mrs. Samuel Bowles

Don't cry, dear Mary. Let us do that for you, because you are too tired now. We don't know how dark it is, but if you are at sea, perhaps when we say that we are there, you won't be as afraid. The waves are very big, but every one that covers you, covers us, too. Dear Mary, you can't see us, but we are close at your side. May we comfort you?                                                                                                         Lovingly,                                                                                                              Emily.