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Dear Susie -
I'm so amused at my own ubiquity that I
hardly know what to say, or how to relate
the story of the wonderful correspondent.
Who never lost, is
unprepared
A Coronet to find.
Who never thirsted,
Flowers - Well - if anybody
Can the ecstasy define -
Half a transport - half a trouble -
With which flowers humble men:
Reverse cannot befall
That fine Prosperity
Whose Sources are interior -
As - Adversity
Love- thou art high-
I cannot climb thee-
But, were it Two-
Who knows but we-
I asked no other thing -
No other - was denied -
I offered Being - for it -
The Mighty Merchant sneered -
A moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Susan I dreamed
of you, last
night, and send
a Carnation to
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
Without a Revery -
And so encountering a Fly
This January Day
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Some Rainbow - coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple train
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
past the houses - past the headlands, - Into deep Eternity,
Dear Sue. ,
Your - Riches -
taught me poverty!
Myself, a "Millionaire"
It would never be Common - more
- I said -
Difference - had begun -
Many a bitterness - had been -
But that old sort - was done -
Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas -
Just at noon - no later - Sweet -
Then - the License closes -
I could bring You Jewels--had I
a mind to--
But You have enough--of those--
I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo--
Colors--from Vera Cruz--
Dont do such
things, dear Sue -
The "Arabian
Nights" unfit
Had "Arabi"
only read
Longfellow, he'd
have never been
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