“Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats— And Saints—to windows run— To see the little Tippler Leaning against the—Sun— Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
“Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be— Attended by a single Hound Its own identity. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
“The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth— The Sweeping up the Heart, And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
“If I can stop one heart from breaking, If I can ease one pain, / Then my life will not have been in vain.Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
“Except Thyself may be Thine Enemy— Captivity is Consciousness— So’s Liberty. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson