"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
c
r
u
m
b
-
o
f
m
e
.