A Moment in Nature Sanderling

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
 “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.