"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.664, Harvard University Press
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