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Part One: Life XXXII

Author: Emily Dickinson
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Part One: Life

XXXII


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;         5
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;         10
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


This article was published on:
7/31/2005 12:00:00 AM

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