His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson

His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – Emily Dickinson