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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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"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 -- I've heard it in the chillest land --And on the strangest Sea --Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb -- of Me.