“"Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —”

Poem 254 ("Hope" is the thing with feathers)

“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.”

Poem 800 (I never saw a moor)

“The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain — With ease — and You — beside —”

Poem 632 (The Brain — is wider than the Sky)