By Emily Dickinson Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Retreat was out of hope, – – Behind, a sealed route, Eternity’s white flag […]

Hush my darlings, hush be still I had to leave you it was God’s will Hush my darlings do not cry For I am standing here right by I have not gone for good you see I am always right here and join for tea But alas you cannot see me and all that I […]