His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson
To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe. – 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