By the time you read this, we should be on our way home from our American adventure.
Feather with Raindrops and Emily Dickinson
16
May
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.
Posted by mybeautfulthings on May 16, 2016 in Beauty, nature, Photography, poetry, Postaday 2016
Tags: Emily Dickinson, Hope
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saymber
May 16, 2016 at 11:33 am
Safe travels to you !