"Hope" is the thing with feathers

"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. 

Emily Dickinson

This is extract from poem “Life”. It depicts the image of bird to the idea of hope. The author compares the hope with the feathers which help us to fly. She describes that hope is present inside and something that cannot be formed into words, yet we can feel that. The author portrays that hope is strongest because the storm must be cruel especially for small birds yet hope brings joy and comfort to the people. In contrary anger can cause damage to our happiness. And also can cause pain that hurts to the most. The author explains that hope is present in everyone. It can be felt over strangest sea, coldest lands and even in the worst storms.