Emily Dickinson
- split the lark
Split the Lark and you'll find the Music Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled Scantily dealt to the Summer Morning Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old. Loose the Flood you shall find it patent Gush after Gush, reserved for you Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas! Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
Emily Dickinson
- I had no time to hate because
I had no time to hate because the grave would hinder me, and life was not so ample I could finish enmity Nor had I time to love, but since some industry must be, the little toil of love, I thought, was large enough for me.
