“"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 BirdThat 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)