Tuesday, 28 August 2012

A Poem by Emily Dickinson

"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

                                                                                Picture: FreeDigitalPhotos.net


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