His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. – Emily Dickinson

His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. – Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know its true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — – Emily Dickinson