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 —

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.

The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain — With ease — and You — beside —

A Bird came down the Walk — He did not know I saw — He bit an Angleworm in halves — And ate the fellow, raw —

Success is counted sweetest — By those who ne'er succeed —

The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door —

A light exists in Spring — Not present on the Year — At any other period —

My business is to sing — and that is all I know —

Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye —

I measure every Grief I meet — With narrow, probing, eyes — I wonder if It weighs like Mine — Or has an Easier size —

A sepal, petal, and a thorn — Upon a common summer's morn — A flash of dew, a bee or two — A breeze — a caper in the trees — And I'm a Rose!

If I can stop one Heart from breaking — I shall not live in vain —

I dwell in Possibility — A fairer House than Prose —

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church — I keep it, staying at Home — With a Bobolink for a Chorister — And an Orchard, for a Dome —

Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me —