"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1367, Harvard University Press
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