She slept beneath a tree--
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute--
She recognized the foot--
Put on her carmine suit--
And see!

-Emily Dickinson
The year's at the spring;
And the day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven;
All's right with the world!

-Pippa Passes By Robert Browning

Ashray Malla
Research Assistant,
Brigham Young University.


Hobbies and Interests: Music and Literature

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