Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

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.

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.

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

...the fog is rising.

...the fog is rising.