Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
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.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
