“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

—Emily Dickinson

“Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell -”

—Emily Dickinson, from “Dear March - Come in -“

“Bind me—I still can sing— Banish—my mandolin Strikes true within— Slay—and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise— Still thine.”

—Emily Dickinson, “1005” (via)
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