"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!"
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Source: EMILY DICKINSON (2008). “Poems (EasyRead Comfort Edition)”, p.31, ReadHowYouWant.com
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