Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
And never stops - at all -
And sore must be the storm -
And on the strangest Sea -
That perches in the soul -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
And sings the tune without the words -