"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.
BY: EMILY DICKENSON
FROM THE BOOK "CAROLINE KENNEDY - A FAMILY OF POEMS - MY FAVORITE POETRY FOR CHILDREN"
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