Obituary for Emily Dickinson 12

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Noons like these, she rose.
Fluttering first, then firmer
To her fair repose.
May I trouble you dear
Sam to pardon untidyness of
this, for I am weary and sick.
[?] And[?] also to return this.
As ever yours- S.H.D
Will you have "gentlewoman"
printed as one word? not
with a hyphen -