"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.202, Harvard University Press
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