Poetry
Quotes
Further in Summer than the Birds
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now Poem by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson poems
"Go tell it" - What a MessageThe Heart asks Pleasure - first
Heart, We Will Forget Him!
