Seasons of Me!

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Hope Is A 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, Poem 254, ca. 1861~~

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