the break of dawn <br />and the onset of dusk <br />are the best time to hear <br />the twitters of sparrow <br />and their simple <br />gratitude as creatures <br /> <br />they spill and rattle <br />from the little's birds' hearts <br />and are songs of praise <br />the proportion of wordsworth's <br />spot in time poetic theory <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Hope' is the thing with feathers <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 />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 />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 />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-2-2/
