Hope (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. 

--Emily Dickinson                   

Image & poem source: https://shenandoahliterary.org/blog/2014/01/emily-dickinson-hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-1891/