When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Emily DickinsonA letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Emily DickinsonYou cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
Emily DickinsonLove is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.
Emily Dickinson