Posted by obsidian on November 12, 2007, at 23:19:10
In reply to Re: Do you have a poem that you try to live by? » Michael83, posted by Phillipa on November 12, 2007, at 20:28:32
Hope
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 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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