Poem
HOPE IS THING WITH FEATHERS
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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 abadh the little bird
That kept so many warm .
I’ve heard it in the chilles land ,
And on the strangest sea :,
Yet ,never ,in extremity ,
It asked a crumb of me.
—EMILY DICKINSON .
Credits – A.S.Indira .
