Tuesday, February 16, 2016

emily




( from themurmuringcottage)

Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime--
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it sees the Sun!


--Emily Dickinson

2 comments:

...they call me mommy... said...

I adore the murmuring cottage and that is a beautiful bit by ED!!! :)

GretchenJoanna said...

That poem is for me! Thank you for the perfect setting you have given it here.