“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.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
extract from poem number 314
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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.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
extract from poem number 314
