Letters: Emily Dickinson to Abiah Root

07 August 2018

I miss you very much indeed; think of you at night when the world’s nodding, nid, nid, nodding—think of you in the daytime when the cares of the world, and its toils, and its continual vexations choke up the love for friends in some of our hearts; remember your warnings sometimes—try to do as you told me sometimes—and sometimes conclude it’s no use to try; then my heart says it is, and new trial is followed by disappointment again. I wondered, when you had gone, why we didn’t talk more.
Emily Dickinson, from an 1850 letter to Abiah Root, The Letters of Emily Dickinson

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