”Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm””
(Bob Dylan in Shelter from the storm)
“You left me standing out in the cold
People ask about you, I didn’t tell them everything I knew
Well, I’m trying to get closer but I’m still a million miles from you.”
(Bob Dylan in Million miles)
“Why — do they shut me out of Heaven?
Did I sing — too loud?
But — I can sing a little minor,
Timid as a bird.”
(E. Dickinson in Further poems of Emily Dickinson)