"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.369, Harvard University Press
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