"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!"
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Source: Sappho, Emily Dickinson, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Amy Lowell, Sara Teasdale (2018). “Wild Nights: Heart Wisdom from Five Women Poets”, p.40, Courier Dover Publications
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