
HOPE ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
Take a nap my cornea
I want a vacation of mind
Oops! I have seen a lot in my area
In the calm dawn of hope’s first gleam,
I was just a dreamer—a girl with a dream.
A world of colours, a canvas so wide,
With hope as my compass,
And nowhere to hide.