I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again
Emily DickinsonExultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Emily DickinsonSpeech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
Emily Dickinson