"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.133, Harvard University Press
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