"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.107, Harvard University Press
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