There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Emily DickinsonWhen a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Emily DickinsonWhat shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.
Emily Dickinson