( 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:
I adore the murmuring cottage and that is a beautiful bit by ED!!! :)
That poem is for me! Thank you for the perfect setting you have given it here.
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