Emily Dickinson — Letter 312 early December 1865 Susan Gilbert Dickinson

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 -