Just caught my eye

"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 chilliest land -

And on the strangest Sea - 

Yet, never, in Extremity, 

It asked a crumb - of Me. 

             -1891

Emily Dickinson