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Emily Dickinson
“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.
As published in (06 December, 2012) The Poetry
Foundation, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619 (2012)
"Emily Dickinson, "'Hope' is the Thing with
Feathers" from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by
Thomas H. Johnson. Copyright 1945, 1951, 8 1955, 1979, 1983 by the
President and Fellows of Harvard College. Reprinted with the permission
of The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
Source: The
Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University
Press, 1999)"
