I Never Lost As Much But Twice,

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain; If I Can Ease One Life The Aching, Or Cool One Pain, Or Help One Fainting Robin Unto His Nest Again, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears A Human Soul.

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.