Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
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.
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
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God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I'm going all along.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.