THE EDITOR'S PREFACE.
THE romantic friendship of my Aunt Emily Dickinson and her "Sister Sue" extended from girlhood until death. The first poem, dated, was sent in 1848, and probably the last word Aunt Emily ever wrote was her reply to a message from my Mother, "My answer is an unmitigated Yes, Sue." During the last year of my Mother's life she read and re-read these poems, and innumerable letters, with increasing indecision as to the final disposition of her treasury. It eventually devolved upon me to choose between burning them or giving them to the lovers of my Aunt's peculiar genius.
My hesitation was finally influenced by a note written in their early twenties, which I quote.
Dear Sue:
I like your praise because I know it knows. If I could make you and Austin proud some day a long way off, 'twould give me taller feet.
