God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.
Emily DickinsonHere 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 DickinsonThe Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
Emily Dickinson