Hope thing feathersThat perches soul,And sings tune without words,And — Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

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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 birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.

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