June 11, 1852
I have but one thought, Susie, this afternoon of June, and that of you, and I have one prayer, only; dear Susie, that is for you. That you and I in hand as we e'en do in heart, might ramble away as children, among the woods and fields, and forget these many years, and these sorrowing cares, and each become a child again -- I would it were so, Susie, and when I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.
I need you more and more, and the great world grows
wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away -- I miss my
biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie -- Friends are
too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away
where you and I cannot find them, don't let us forget these things, for their
remembrance now will save us many an anguish when it is too late to love them!
Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say -- my heart is full of you,
none other than you is in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something
not for the world, words fail me. If you were here -- and Oh that you were, my
Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand
fast in mine, we would not ask for language -- I try to bring you nearer, I
chase the weeks away till they are quite departed, and fancy you have come, and
I am on my way through the green lane to meet you, and my heart goes scampering
so, that I have much ado to bring it back again, and learn it to be patient,
till that dear Susie comes. Three weeks -- they can't last always, for surely
they must go with their little brothers and sisters to their long home in the
west!
I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear
day comes, for till now, I have only mourned for you; now I begin to hope for
you.
Dear Susie, I have tried hard to think what you would love, of something I might send you -- I at last say my little Violets, they begged me to let them go, so here they are -- and with them as Instructor, a bit of knightly grass, who also begged the favor to accompany them -- they are but small, Susie, and I fear not fragrant now, but they will speak to you of warm hearts at home, and of something faithful which "never slumbers nor sleeps" -- Keep them 'neath your pillow, Susie, they will make you dream of blue-skies, and home, and the "blessed contrie"! You and I will have an hour with "Edward" and "Ellen Middleton", sometime when you get home -- we must find out if some things contained therein are true, and if they are, what you and me are coming to!
Now, farewell, Susie, and Vinnie sends her love, and
mother her's, and I add a kiss, shyly, lest there is somebody there! Don't let
them see, willyou Susie?
Emilie E. Dickinson
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