This poem by Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites. It speaks of the strength of hope in even the fiercest of storms. In all, hope endures.
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.
Thanks for sharing. A beautiful poem
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Fantastic. Thank you for sharing this.
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This poem is etched in my memory and pressed upon my soul. Thank you for sharing the words of our beloved Emily.
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Lovely sentiment!
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I love this poem by Emily Dickinson and it’s one of my favorites.
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Mine too!
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thanks for sharing! I love this poem!
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