Quotes from Emily Dickinson, 1863

A precious – mouldering pleasure – 'tis – To meet an Antique Book – In just the Dress his Century wore – A privilege – I think – His venerable Hand to take – And warming in our own – A passage back – or two – to make – To Times when he – was young... His presence is enchantment – You beg him not to go – Old Volumes shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize – just so –

The Literature of Man... When Plato – was a Certainty – And Sophocles – a Man – When Sappho – was a living Girl – And Beatrice wore The Gown that Dante – deified – Facts Centuries before...