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Poetry

This is a collection of poems for fellow poetry lovers. (I didn't write any of these)

Hope is a Thing with Feathers

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by Phantom_Lover_xo

by Phantom_Lover_xo

"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 like 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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By Emily Dickinson