“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
By Emily Dickinson
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.
Source: Poetry Foundation (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314)
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