Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
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Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Lord Bryon