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
Sharing with you one of my favourite poems. Have a great weekend my friends!
Tea & Paper 
my all time favorite poem and I loved that you had it here when I came to visit you!
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it’s really a lovely poem. glad you found it here!
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Happy weekend to you, Elizabeth. Love and hugs from Parker and Piper. And me!
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Hi Lois, hope you are having a great weekend. The weather is lovely here. I like the name ‘Piper’, great choice! Hugs back to Parker, Piper and you!
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one of my favourites too, second daughter made a watercolour of this poem and a feather, I love your photo Elizabeth, very calm and serene
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This poem has touched many of us. You should post a photo of the watercolour your daughter has made. I’d love to see it!
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Thank you Elizabeth, it was as a gift to someone, I will PM you on Insta later. yes it’s a very lovely poem with a lot of depth. we are attracted to hope aren’t we?
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Lovely poem! 🙂
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It is a great poem!
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A beautiful poem indeed! Thanks for sharing.
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Welcome Sunith!
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It’s one of my favourites too! And gorgeous photo ❤ xx
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Thanks Claire!
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