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There's sooo many quotes!! It was taking too long to find one I liked so instead, here is a poem.

The Genetian Weaves Her Fringes
Emily Dickinson

The genetian weaves her fringes,
The maple's loom is red.
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.

A brief, but patient illness,
An hour to prepare;
And one, below this morning,
Is where the angels are.

It was a short procession,--
The bobolink was there,
An aged bee addressed us,
And then we knelt in prayer.

We trust that she was willing,--
We ask that we may be.
Summer, sister, seraph,
Let us go with thee!

And in the name of the bee
And of the butterfly
And of the breeze, amen!