Tuesday, August 7, 2012

"Hope" Is The Thing with Feathers 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 chilliest land
and on the strangest sea-
Yet, never, In Extremity,
It asked a crumb- of Me.

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