Emily Dickinson

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.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.

If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .