"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles."
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Source: c.1864 Complete Poems, no.894 (first published 1945).
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