Emily Dickinson's Quote - His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees e

Quote by Emily Dickinson

His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bees e

His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson

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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson

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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson

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Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb — or Dome of Worm — or Porch of Gnome — or some Elfs Catacomb? – Emily Dickinson

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