"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue."
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Source: I taste a liquor never brewed l. 5 (ca. 1861)
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