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
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – 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
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. – Emily Dickinson
Tis so much joy! Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory! – Emily Dickinson
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. – Emily Dickinson