"Hope is ....."

 (Pic: by courtesy of Yong: taken at her home in Proton City, Tg. Malim, Perak)

 Hope is the thing with feathers


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