Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

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Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope" is the thing with feathers—

That perches¹ in the soul—

And sings the tune² without the words—

And never stops—at all—

And sweetest — in the Gale— is heart—

And sore must be the storm—

That could abash³ the little bird—

That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chilliest⁴ land—

And on the strangest Sea—

Yet, never, in Extremity⁵,

It asked a crumb⁶ — of me.

------Emily Dickinson