Hope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A train went through a burial gate
- STEP lightly on this narrow spot
- Not any sunny tone
- Declaiming Waters None May Dread
- The Butterfly Obtains