"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.81, First Avenue Editions
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