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24.3.20

I have decided to upload a daily thought or poem. I thought this was a good poem to start with.

Mr. Thorpe

 

“Hope” BY EMILY DICKINSON

 

“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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