Emily Dickinson — Letter 378 autumn 1872 Susan Gilbert Dickinson

My Sue, Loo and Fanny will come tonight, but need that make a difference? Space is as the Presence -     A narrow Fellow in the Grass     Occasionally rides -     You may have met him? Did you not     His notice instant is -     The Grass divides as with a Comb -     A Spotted Shaft is seen,     And then it closes at your Feet     And opens further on -     He likes a Boggy Acre -     A Floor too cool for Corn -     But when a Boy and Barefoot     I more than once at Noon     Have passed I thought a Whip Lash     Unbraiding in the Sun     When stooping to secure it     It wrinkled and was gone -     Several of Nature's People     I know and they know me     I feel for them a transport     Of Cordiality     But never met this Fellow     Attended or alone     Without a tighter Breathing     And Zero at the Bone.                                                                                                          Emily -