"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2012). “Selected Poems”, p.34, Courier Corporation
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