"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 I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.141, Harvard University Press
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