"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1211, Delphi Classics
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