Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

'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.

by Emily Dickinson

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Great poem which leaves the hope behind
really great poem has meaning and strong feelings.
Really great poems. Has lots of meaning and strong feelings
Stop the “and dash“. Just pause and read on. Totally wreaked the poem. Lost all flow. Awful.
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