Emily Dickinson: "Hope Is The Thing With Feathers"

As Winter turns into Spring,
this seems like an ideal poem to revisit.
I tip my hat to Emily Dickinson,
from my Little Room -- Geoff

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"Hope Is The Thing With Feathers"
included in Complete Poems (1924)
by Emily Dickinson

Part One:
Life

XXXII

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.