Hope

I am spending the weekend with my parents.  I was reading through The Best Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, and found this lovely delight.

 

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Emily Dickinson

 

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.