"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (1955). “Poems: including variant readings critically compared with all known manuscripts”, Belknap Press
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