"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.14, First Avenue Editions
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