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
They might not need me but they might. Ill let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity. – Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit – Life! – Emily Dickinson