Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.

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Emily Dickinson was a 19th-century American poet. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Largely unpublished and unknown during her lifetime, her work is now widely regarded as canonical. Read more on Wikipedia →

Themes

  • Hope — Words of encouragement about optimism and brighter futures
  • Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression

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