Hope is the Thing with Feathers

by Emily Dickinson

　　Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chillest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me. Hope is the Thing with Feathers was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Sun, May 15, 2022