The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. – Emily Dickinson

The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. – Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. – Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson