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Feather with Raindrops and Emily Dickinson

Feather and raindrops

Feather and raindrops

Isn’t this a beautiful little poem?

‘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.
By the time you read this, we should be on our way home from our American adventure.
 

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