Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
Poetry
Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
Poetry
Poem 'Hope is the thing with feathers –' (No. 254)
c. 1861
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