I felt it shelter to speak to you. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
I felt it shelter to speak to you. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit – Life! – Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know its true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — – Emily Dickinson