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I used to like this poem

Posted by sleepygirl2 on February 19, 2012, at 12:00:28

In reply to Hope is a dangerous thing, posted by sleepygirl2 on February 13, 2012, at 17:54:48

http://www.online-literature.com/dickinson/827/


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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


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