The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee... — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, And Lads and Girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls. This… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Two Seasons, it is said, exist- The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost- May… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on… — 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… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“HAVE you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“There is a flower that Bees prefer— And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire— And Whatsoever Insect pass— A… — 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
