Archive for August 15th, 2014

Hope is the fizz that swells out

With the uncorked soul

To charm the head and watch out

Or numbness take all!



How you reckon if head be lost

Soul’s worth is what you miss:

Hope is when you add to cost

Heart and body can say,’Yes!’


It is a mirage of the soul

When hope leads the simple

To lay vaunted trust in signs

That are less than it feigns.

Original Version:

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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