[00:01.000]“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
[00:04.000]That perches in the soul -
[00:08.000]And sings the tune without the words -
[00:10.000]And never stops - at all -
[00:14.000]And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
[00:17.000]And sore must be the storm -
[00:19.000]That could abash the little Bird
[00:21.000]That kept so many warm -
[00:24.000]I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
[00:27.000]And on the strangest Sea -
[00:31.000]Yet - never - in Extremity,
[00:31.000]It asked a crumb - of me.

“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.