The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. – Emily Dickinson
The fog is rising. – Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. – Emily Dickinson
Much Madness is divinest Sense — to a discerning Eye — much Sense — the starkest Madness — – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson