Hope Is the Thing with Feathers（在线收听）

Hope is the 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 heart—

And sore must be the storm—

That could abash the little bird—

That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chilliest land—

And on the strangest Sea—

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb — of me.

------Emily Dickinson