Saturday, October 20, 2007

Hope ~~ perches in the soul


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.

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