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For each ecsta­tic instant For each ecsta­tic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quiv­er­ing ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pit­tances of years, Bit­ter con­tested far­things And cof­fers heaped with tears. –Emily Dick­in­son Sit some­day and watch the light­ning crack over a deep swamp. The flat water, seep­ing along the […]

There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent As that endured Which uttered, would dis­cour­age Nature And haunt the World. –Emily Dickinson