QuOtE Of ThE DaY

Sunday, 16 January 2011


Time and Eternity
SHE went as quiet as the dew
From a familiar flower.
Not like the dew did she return
At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer’s eve;
Less skillful than Leverrier
It’s sorer to believe!
~Emily Dickinson~ (1830–86)

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