Maxioms by 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!
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
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Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
