"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.2018, Delphi Classics
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