noon
Every wish I send you comes `` from the spleen , '' which means I am very healthy , and , conditionally , as happy as is good for me . Pray God bless my dear Share of the world , and make him get well for his own and my sake ! Amen . This catches the noon post , an event which always shows I am jubilant , with a lot of the opposite to a `` little death '' feeling running over my nerves . I feel the grass growing _ under _ me : the reverse of poor Keats ' complaint . Good-by , Beloved , till I find my way into the provender of to-morrow 's post-bag . Oh , wings of the morning , here you come !