"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1354, Harvard University Press
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