"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, “The Last Of Summer Is Delight”
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