Written summer 1858. Brief and lovely – you’ll see as we move further through her poetry just how efficient she is with words. Enjoy –
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whippowil
And Oriole – are done!
For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o’er!
Pray gather me –
Thy flower – forevermore!
With love –