"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.146, First Avenue Editions
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