Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
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.
