Hope by 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 --

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And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --

And sore must be the storm --

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm --

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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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Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. 

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