"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors--the fairest For Occupation--This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.222, Harvard University Press
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