It might not come amiss, dear Austin, to have a tiding or two concerning our state and feelings. Our state is pretty comfortable, and our feelings are somewhat solemn. We are rather a crestfallen company, what with the sighing wind, the sobbing rain, and the whining of Nature. We are enjoying this evening what is called a 'northeast storm' - a little north of east in case you are pretty definite. Father thinks it's 'amazin' raw,' and I'm half disposed to think that he's in the right about it, though I keep pretty dark and don't say much about it! Vinnie is at the instrument, humming a pensive air concerning a young lady who thought she was 'almost there.' Vinnie seems much grieved, and I really suppose I ought to betake myself to weeping; I’m pretty sure that I shall if she don't abate her singing.
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Note: excerpted from a letter written in early 1851 by Emily Dickinson to her brother, William Austin Dickinson, which appears in "Letters of Emily Dickinson", edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and published by Roberts Brothers, Boston, in 1894. This is prose; line-breaks have been arbitrarily added.
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Juliana Hall (b. 1958), "A northeast storm", 2015, first performed 2016 [ soprano and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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