"Hope" is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickinson | Eternal Poems

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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 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.

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AUTHOR:
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States. She was an American poet and is regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry.

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ATTRIBUTION:
Emily Dickinson's portrait from Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

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