Tuesday, May 04, 2010

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --

sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --

heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never,
in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.

Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

ness said...

one of my favorites for years and years....