"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.529, Harvard University Press
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