"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, judge tenderly of me."
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Source: In R. N. Linscott (ed.) 'Selected Letters and Poems of Emily Dickinson' (1959)
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