"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"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.
- Emily Dickinson
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine
PoesíaThese are my top four favorite poems written by the best poets ever: Emily Dickinson, William Shakespeare, and Edgar Allan Poe.