254 <br /> <br />"Hope" is the thing with feathers— <br />That perches in the soul— <br />And sings the tune without the words— <br />And never stops—at all— <br /> <br />And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— <br />And sore must be the storm— <br />That could abash the little Bird <br />That kept so many warm— <br /> <br />I've heard it in the chillest land— <br />And on the strangest Sea— <br />Yet, never, in Extremity, <br />It asked a crumb—of Me.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers/
