Delight becomes pictorial by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain
More fair, because impossible
That any gain
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies
Approached, the amber flits a little
And that's the skies!
When viewed through pain
More fair, because impossible
That any gain
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies
Approached, the amber flits a little
And that's the skies!