To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – Emily Dickinson
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – Emily Dickinson
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – Emily Dickinson
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson