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One of my favourite poems and so apropo for us all on this journey of "hope"

"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 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.

This is a wonderful poem and we were certainly overdue for an entry on the Poetry Forum! Thanks! - Surviving

Love!