"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity"
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Source: 'The Bustle in a House' (c.1866)
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