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Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is like a lighthouse in the midst of the stormy sea. However the dark and deep the night is, hope never lets us lose a heart. It always inspires us to sail on. Hope is like rays of dawn which fades all darkness and glorify everything.
Here in this poem, bird is being described as a metaphor of hope. This hope bird resides in everyone. And it signs the song of divinity in the time of strain and stress. In troubles and hassles, hope never lets us lay down. Hope gives courage to rise again.
It’s really a hopeful poem:
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
The commentary of the poem:
Hope is a bird with feathers; alights in the soul. …