Quote#Solitude
How happy is the little stone
Quote byEmily Dickinson · 1830–1886
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: How happy is the little Stone (B).
English (original)
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
— Emily Dickinson
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