Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Hope

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.

1. Except the Heaven Had Come So Near
2. Portraits Are to Daily Faces
3. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
4. The Goal
5. Sight

Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (Энн Финч, графиня Уинчилси) Hope ("The Tree of Knowledge we in Eden prov'd")

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