Question

hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words. and never stop​

Answer 1

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Hope, for Dickinson, sings its wordless tune and never stops singing it: nothing can faze it. ... And hope can withstand just about anything: even in times of cold comfort ('the chillest land') or in foreign or unfamiliar climes ('on the strangest Sea'), hope remains. And hope never asks for anything from us in return.

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