Hope

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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