Skip to content
Linespedia

Hope.

Topics: classic

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.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Hope is the thing with feathers..."

"Hope." is a quintessential example of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's signature style... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Classified Tags

Related lines

"Her final summer was it,     And yet we guessed it not;     If tenderer industriousness     Pervaded her, we thought     A further force of l"

"I never lost as much but twice,     And that was in the sod;     Twice have I stood a beggar     Before the door of God!     Angels, twice de"

"It was not death, for I stood up,     And all the dead lie down;     It was not night, for all the bells     Put out their tongues, for noon."

"An altered look about the hills;     A Tyrian light the village fills;     A wider sunrise in the dawn;     A deeper twilight on the lawn;"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Continue Reading

"Her final summer was it,     And yet we guessed it..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.