An undated letter from Emily Dickinson to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, ca. 1880.

Dear Friend, -- No “sonnet” had George Eliot. The sweet acclamation of Death is forever bounded.
There is no trumpet like the tomb —
The Immortality she gave
We borrowed at her grave.
For just one plaudit famishing,
The might of human love.
Beautiful as it is, its criminal shortness maims it.