Emily Dickinson Hope Poems

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
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A great Hope fell
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within
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522

Had I presumed to hope—
The loss had been to Me
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779

The Service without Hope—
Is tenderest, I think—
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Hope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
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Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done -
Has a fictitious Charter
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