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
Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait - Whose… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — 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 sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all… — 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
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to… — 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
“There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait -” — 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
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy. — 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 Image
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
