B| That perches in the soul,
A| And sings the tune--without the words,
B| And never stops at all,
C| And sweetest in the gale is heard;
D| And sore must be the storm
C| That could abash the little bird
D| That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
E| And on the strangest sea;
E| Yet, never, in extremity,
E| It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
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