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Эмили Дикинсон Эмили ДикинсонАмериканская поэтэсса

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

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.

Эмили Дикинсон

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