Emily Dickinson — Letter 382 winter 1873? - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

... I know I love my friends - I feel it far in here where neither blue nor black eye goes, and fingers cannot reach. I know 'tis love for them that sets the blister in my throat, many time a day, when winds go sweeter than their wont, or a different cloud puts my brain from home.         I can not see my soul, but know 'tis there -         Nor ever say his house, nor furniture -         Who has invited me with him to dwell;         But a confiding guest, consult as well,         What raiment honor him the most,         That I be adequately dressed -         For he insures to none         Lest men specifical adorn -         Procuring him perpetual drest         By dating it a sudden feast. - Love for the glad if you know them, for the sad if they know you.