Who is this reclusive poet, praised posthumously for her body of work?

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all." Emily Dickinson wrote for no one but herself. The reclusive poet's work was only recognized posthumously. But once it was, her poetry was praised for its syntax and form.

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