“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
cnd sings the tune without the words -
cnd never stops - at all -

cnd sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
cnd sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
cnd on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.