“"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 — ”

— Emily Dickinson , Hope is a subtle Glutton

254: "Hope" is the thing with feathers —
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960)

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American poet 1830–1886

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