Sunday, March 27, 2016

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers 
By Emily Dickinson

“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.

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