"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (1955). “Poems: including variant readings critically compared with all known manuscripts”, Belknap Press
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