Beauty crowds me till I die –
Beauty, mercy to the eye,
Countless Architecture, and Art,
And dazzling shapes and colors thrust,

Sense, a watered heart to me,
Crops of Fruit and Health and Harmony –
And waves to touch this yearning breast,
Of flowing breadth and endless depth,

Above all engaged – Wild Ferns,
These statues of another realm
Pure Forest Fairies peering out
From Bird secure –

And looks of dazzling distances –
Beauty is the End of the quest
And Adam’s budding Paradise
Shall grow – forever.

• Emily Dickinson