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.
If I can stop one Heart from breaking, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Life is but life, and death but death !
Bliss is but bliss and breath but breath !
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat.
From ‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
From Our share of night to bear, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!
From Our share of night to bear, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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