Poetry and Dickenson

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Hope is a Thing w/ Feathers  by, Emily Dicksinson

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings a tune without 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 keeps so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It ask a crumb of me.