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