Full Lyrics
Hope Is the Thing
(Emily Dickinson)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stopsat all
And sweetestin the Galeis 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
Yetneverin Extremity,
It asked a crumbof me.
