"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.760, Harvard University Press
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