"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1943, Delphi Classics
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