29.10.09

~Hope is the thing with feathers....

julie hockin

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.

~Emily Dickinson~

3 opmerkingen:

Cindy-Stitches-N-Stuff zei

What a beautiful little bird and a beautiful poem to start my day from a very fairy garden.

Have a great one.
cindy@stitches

Elise zei

It's beautiful !

Anoniem zei

Find ik heel mooi. groeten queenbee