Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more
And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
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.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
