सोमवार, 9 जनवरी 2012

Hope is the thing with feathers .

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 sour 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 .

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