"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.118, First Avenue Editions
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