Hope

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
(Poetry Book: ( https://amzn.to/3mf0DcY )

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Reviews

[Jibey]

Emily Dickinson wrote with charm and simple beauty. A lovely poem.

[JessyJacob]

Yes i just if given chance to write abt hope i would say it is never ending sunlight that should be ever lightening. But she explained in various ways.. i liked the comparison and words used.


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