A kind Note to Miss Dickinson – With Hope sent on its Way For I can tell her what lives on When Death claims the Last Day Though you are gone – The Flesh decayed The Spirit never dies And so from far beyond the grave Your voice can still Arise This World is not Conclusion, dear As you so crafty wrote The evidence for such remark Lies hidden in this Note. E.P.S. August 7, 2015 - 6:20 p.m.