Quote about Beauty by Emily Dickinson

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

For Each Ecstatic Instant by Emily Dickinson

Why — do they shut me out of Heaven?
Did I sing — too loud?
But — I can sing a little “Minor,”
Timid as a Bird!
Wouldn’t the angels try me —
Just — once more —
Just — see — if I troubled them
But don’t — shut the door,!
Oh, if I — were the Gentlemen
In the “White Robes”
And they — were the little Hand — that knocked —
Could –I forbid?

Hope is a subtle Glutton —
He feeds upon the Fair —
And yet — inspected closely
What Abstinence is there —

His is the Halcyon Table —
That never seats but One —
And whatsoever is consumed
The same amount remain —

I’m wife; I ’ve finished that,
That other state;
I ’m Czar, I ’m woman now:
It ’s safer so.

How odd the girl’s life looks
Behind this soft eclipse!
I think that earth seems so
To those in heaven now.

This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why compare?
I ’m wife! stop there!