A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.
Till I loved I never lived.
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.