"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity."
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Source: Complete Poems, no.1684 (first published 1914).
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