Hope is the thing with feathers


“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops  at all

And sweetest  in the Gale  is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest Sea

Yet never  in Extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

~Emily Dickinson


 

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