These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
Emily DickinsonIt might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - Iโm so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -
Emily DickinsonHeart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily Dickinson