The 7th of September, A Day I'd Always Remember

for magical nights of tireless wandering and vivid dreaming.


i had no time to hate, because
the grave would hinder me,
and life was not so ample i
could finish enmity.

nor had i time to love, but since
some industry must be,
the little toil of love, i thought,
was large enough for me.

~ emily dickinson