Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. – Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – Emily Dickinson
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. – Emily Dickinson