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
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First –Chill –then Stupor –then the letting go –. – Emily Dickinson
Tis so much joy! Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory! – Emily Dickinson