Emily Dickinson — Letter 307 March 1865 - no ms. Louise Norcross

Dear Sister, Brother has visited, and the night is falling, so I must close with a little hymn. I had hoped to express more. Love more I never can, sweet Dennie or yourself.       This was in the white of the year       That was in the green       Drifts were as difficult then to think       As daisies now to be seen -       Looking back is best that is left       Or if it be - before       Retrospection is prospect's half       Sometimes almost more -                                                                                                               Emily.