Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

“Das Für immer besteht aus vielen jetzt”

“They're here, though; not a creature failed,No blossom stayed awayIn gentle def…”

“I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they ch…”

“Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat. ”