Umut: "Hope" is the thing with feathers

Thanks to Ali for the beautiful photograph.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without 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.

Emily Dickinson, 1891