Hope by Emily

"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.

Emily Dickinson

My juniors are studying Emily.