“Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don’t know what to do with my heart. I dare not take it, I dare not leave it – what do you advise?”
— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, late April 1873 (via yesindeedemilydickinson)
“One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.”