Hope with Feathers

 

BlackOutFromEmma

Eyes withdrawn she sat meditating,
a few minutes with her heart.
A mind like hers, once open,
touched– admitted —
acknowledged the truth.
Love was dreadfully increased by hope.
It darted through her, with speed.

ABOUT:

This poem was cut from a section of Jane Austen’s Emma, in the Classic Lit Blackout Games shown below:

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