"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.67, Harvard University Press
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