"Hope" is the thing with feathers"Hope" is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stopsat allAnd sweetestin the Galeis heardAnd sore must be the stormThat could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warmI've heard it in the chillest landAnd on the strangest SeaYet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumbof Me.ED