Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

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.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.