new red gowns and a purple bonnet

Rob Storrs

To Samuel Bowles
[old friend and editor of the Springfield Republican, August, 1862]


…Summer isn’t so long as it was, when we stood looking at it before you went away;…

I tell you, [Mr. Emerson], it is a suffering to have a sea — no care how blue— between your soul and you.

The hills you used to love when you were in [Yancey], miss their old lover, could they speak;…

We reckon your coming by the fruit.  When the grape gets by, and the pippin and the chestnut —when the days are a little short by the clock, and a little long by the want— when the sky has new red gowns and a purple bonnet— then we say you will come.  I am glad that kind of time goes by.

It is easier to look behind at a pain, than to see it coming.…

How sweet it must be to one to come home, whose home is in so many houses, and every heart a “best room.”  I mean you, [Mr. Emerson].…

Have not the clovers names to the bees ?

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