Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
Emily DickinsonWhy should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?
Emily DickinsonWhen he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.
Emily Dickinson