But, Blossom, were I,
I would rather be
Thy moment
Than a Bee's Eternity-
Content of fading
Is enough for me-
Fade I unto Divinity-
And Dying-Lifetime-
Ample as the Eye-
Her least attention raise on me-
Love Poems By Emily Dickinson
Happiness is a butterfly,
which when pursued,
is always just beyond
your grasp, but which,
if you will sit down quietly,
may alight upon you.
- Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne
