Emily Dickinson

The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth read more

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.