“To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As Housewives… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
