We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away. - Emily Dickinson

Si pudiera impedir que un corazón se rompa no habré vivido en vano. Si pudiera calmar el dolor de una vida, o hacer más llevadera una tristeza. o ayudar a algún débil petirrojo a que vuelva a su nido, no habré vivido en vano.

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, — The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

Poor little heart!
Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care!

Proud little heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair! Be debonair!

Frail little heart!
I would not break thee:
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?

Gay little heart!
Like morning glory
Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!