"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, James Reeves (1959). “Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.31, Heinemann
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