A Poem of Hope by Emily Dickinson
By asaelisabeths
Tags: crumb, Emily Dickinson, gale, hope hope, Little Bird, Mount Holyoke College, perches, poem, Poetry
Category: Poems
Emily Dickinson ~ Hope
Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat 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.
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