"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour Then fling us poor Out of the purple door."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1656, Delphi Classics
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