“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.
Click here for a beautiful reading of the poem on Paganini's music.
2 comments:
I cannot tell you how much your Christmas card, gift and poem means to me!! I'm going to give a pencil to each member of my family, and remind them of the words you enclosed which pierce my heart. Thank you for all you add to my life, and a very Merry Christmas to you!!
I am so glad it arrived to you, I was beginning to worry a bit. Your card is not here, but I am sure it will arrive one of these days. I am happy I could spread some joy for you at Christmas! Merry Christmas! :)
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