"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"This so much joy! This so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.8, First Avenue Editions
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