Hope is the thing with feathers
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.
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What does the writer want the reader to see, hear, taste, feel and smell?
I think the natural elements, oftemn extreme, are evocotave.
sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest...
Chillest in Dickinson's day actually meant cold. It soulds like she means laid back as in "chill" in Hawaii but it means cold like in the Yukon so she is saying, I've heard in the coldest land.
