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Wednesday, March 2, 2022

QOTD - Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) 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.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
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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