The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know. Emily Dickinson squirrels summer snow There is a solitude of space. Emily Dickinson space soul sea This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound. Emily Dickinson music sound world Hope . . . never stops at all. Emily Dickinson I could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run. Emily Dickinson feet running years Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir. Emily Dickinson editors editing men The career of flowers differs from ours only inaudibleness. Emily Dickinson careers nature flower Prayer is the little implement Emily Dickinson prayer men mean Remorse is memory awake. Emily Dickinson remorse awake memories Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss Affecting our content. Emily Dickinson quality sound loss A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men Emily Dickinson light men death The WILL is always near, dear, though the feet vary. Emily Dickinson vary dear feet It is easy to work when the soul is at play. Emily Dickinson soul easy play You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know. Emily Dickinson letting-go trying death The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. Emily Dickinson distance death years Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-. Emily Dickinson suspense insecurity doe That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Emily Dickinson bustle consequence death I have a Bird in spring Emily Dickinson sea summer spring Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Emily Dickinson agony despair safe Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee! Emily Dickinson crowds sight beauty
