My friends are my estate.

My friends are my estate.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

Tell all the truth but tell it slant— Success in Circuit lies

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.