The petals of the Evening —
Are lavishly afloat —
Old shadows of the Robin —
All that we Left To Fate —
And there — like fingers touching –
Could it be true, we care?
The gazing lakes, delighted —
With beauty everywhere!
- Emily Dickinson
The petals of the Evening —
Are lavishly afloat —
Old shadows of the Robin —
All that we Left To Fate —
And there — like fingers touching –
Could it be true, we care?
The gazing lakes, delighted —
With beauty everywhere!