Song of hope

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Emily Dickinson

“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.