Fancy a lift?

A short poem by Emily Dickinson to lift spirits 

Hope is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson

“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.

From The Poems Of Emily Dickinson, The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press,
Copyright © 1951