"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.168, Harvard University Press
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