'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
I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us, don't tell!
They'd banish, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admire bog
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us, don't tell!
They'd banish, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admire bog
